Melt me (c)old
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
Daily Archives: January 2, 2017
No cocooning
I’m tempted to curl up, cuddle warmth, and wait for world to metamorph, to butterfly itself to tolerance; but I realize that taking stance works better than cocooning, that chance […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 