Posted on December 1, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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And thus by fate I’m empowered, Living an humble life pondering The glorious splendor of the flower As under the moonlight I’m sauntering.
Posted on November 29, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Days of youth gone by as nightingale bids farewell
Posted on November 26, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Redemption is the gentle voice whispering
Posted on November 26, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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The taste of us, my lips
Posted on November 26, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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stain on white paper
Posted on November 25, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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What is left at the end of your life, nothing
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