Soul of the underground
Underneath my fingernails a promise caught: for saplings,seeds and bulbs for growths and green for spring for what I dug in fall: A growth from soil (decay and death) form […]
Daily Archives: May 9, 2017
Themselves alone
Despite the fact that Echo was the perfect mirror of her lovely voice, singing praise, Narcissus only fell in love with mirrors that could echo pictures of himself. And so […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 