Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Holy light of dawn Awash in vivid gold hues Soaring silhouettes
-By Linda Lee Lyberg A brave man he was to venture in Where no one dared to lightly tread Although he knew not where to begin His heart took charge and to her lead
-By Linda Lee Lyberg I was playing with a roaring fire When I fell into the depths with you Denying not my mounting desire
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Would that death catch me unaware cloaked in black darkness of eternal night.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Azrail is a charlatan pleading beseeching your soul to drink leaving you weak and bleeding close to the precarious brink.
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