Friendship with cards
Her cheeks were blossoms pink from turns of friendly cards. Before I turned the fool for sequins laid, I drew death (as if mortality was nothing more than life) Counting […]
Daily Archives: December 4, 2015
A sapling found
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 