Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
-By Linda Lee Lyberg I sit here over-exposed Protecting my fragile heart Flaunting my daunting manhood For all the cruel world to see
-By Linda Lee Lyberg At my open window I sit and write As white butterflies waltz in mid-air Some say a symbol of souls alight I bow my head and kneel in prayer
-By Linda Lee Lyberg She heard boards creak behind And dared not turn around For if she did she may find Herself facing Hell’s hound.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Though we may yearn for time to pause In these our bewitching hours The trials we brave are for cause
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Fragments of memories cloud my mind Jagged kaleidoscopes in brilliant hues
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