Dreams and death
You painted all your dreams in pink and neon and drifted far from woods to New Year’s hailing we took you home to rest, but you went sailing we tried […]
Daily Archives: May 23, 2019
Dusk
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 