Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Insight: The Feather -Linda Lee Lyberg Today I watched a tiny feather floating in the breeze Letting the air carry it to wherever it pleased.
Mourning Scars -Linda Lee Lyberg Will sorrow be not denied as it flows like water in a bitter cold mountain stream?
I Thought -Linda Lee Lyberg I thought I heard you speak my name But it was only the billowing wind Playing its mysterious mind game Sending my heart cries into a spin
Home -Linda Lee Lyberg Wish Wanting Hope, dream, yearn Feather in air Borne along by wind currents to heaven
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