Dance me dizzy
I saw your gaze across the ballroom as you teased me you enticed me I pulled you closer as you answered before I asked you for a dance. Darling, darling, […]
Daily Archives: August 17, 2017
Sonnet for a passing blindness
You are sunshine and the drizzle in November frost in orchards promising a later harvest. You are flowing rivers and the dancing fog at dawn, valleys mountains, you are riddle […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 