Perfume of you
You are scent of moss-rose, amber, dew a starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June. You are sense of thunder, the wind that blew a bashful whiff of lavender […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
Her silver lining
You can call it gloom or darkness, but when Colton left her at the altar Elsinore named depression twilight. She hated daylight and craved for clouds. There were days when […]
There are secrets that you know
I used to keep a diary for travels where I noted down each Kodak moment snapped. It’s a hard covered notebook; grey textile, lined paper (but lacking margin) where I […]
Spirit of spring
Rose-breeze shimmer spill the spark open shadow-clouds ajar, journey far. You melt my heart. whisper ghosts away and breathe to soothe my scars lull the cue to curl my toes. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 