Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Mourning Scars -Linda Lee Lyberg Will sorrow be not denied as it flows like water in a bitter cold mountain stream?
Death’s Sword -Linda Lee Lyberg Death is an inevitable fact Of life, when plunging its mighty
The Reaper -Linda Lee Lyberg Every moment we lose someone We learn the meaning of sympathy How grief will hurt and leave us undone But in it’s place grows sweet empathy.
Demise -Linda Lee Lyberg I ache from a visceral, soul quaking Churning, trembling, gut wrenching End.
I sit with my grief Constant, silent companion Comforting presence. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Pixabay
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