Bad night
We’re waiting, smothered in this cheerless darkness of a dying year, waiting in this lack of light for another dawn to break, waiting for a listless dawn to break the […]
Daily Archives: December 3, 2018
Chosen
When I’m low, when skies are grey with merry mirth please make my day, but take it slowly, dear, to cheer me up when you with toddies warm our cups. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 