The gurgling croaks of the raven’s cry bounces off granite mausoleums weeping for all the dark lost souls
As winter creeps within It whispers to her, sleep at last perchance to dream
Embrace tranquility when it comes for quiet has wisdom let calm fill darkened corners of your mind with light let serenity soothe your beaten soul
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Shin kicker at three A tiny slip of a girl Her emotions ran free.
-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.
-Linda Lee Lyberg Untamed memories rearranged written down before they fade away.
Day and Night -Linda Lee Lyberg Nights bleed into days Days hemorrhage into weeks