To my warden
Not even sunshine warms me quite like you and evening rain can never raise my yearn as softness of your raging lips that burns with spice of peppermint in purple […]
Daily Archives: January 4, 2019
Black Carnation
This morning is a black carnation; slightly bent it’s dying in the January drizzle. I’m tossed and turned at the mercy of the cruel clouds and have to shawl myself […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 