When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
Daily Archives: February 3, 2015
To Marlow-guided Jungle paths
In white-out of the wailing weather tethered to a moaning mountain wind; blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut, but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth arms stay folded to surprising dreams […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 