The beachcomber’s wife
The silent halo of a yawning sun dies in muddy, murky afternoon; as orange embers paint the sea. a moaning surge that lick the shore can bear the burden of […]
Daily Archives: February 10, 2015
The menace of mysterious desks
The whispers from the waiting dust lingers in a thankful smell of faded ornamental objects resting peacefully on shady cloths. Flabby ghosts of Christmas passed place foggy kisses of neglect […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 