Coward alone
Look at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything you doYeah, they were all yellowColdplay, Yellow (2000) Alone by the sea I stand, I stare and I lookat what […]
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Turn of time, again
The scent of spring — that essentialreek of soil, of earthworm, spice of oilsin blossoms that awake our spirits, areemotions, sorrows gone, an essence wrungfrom breath of winter gone, the […]
Gaze ablaze
A gaze ablaze with teenagezeal cannot mask her angst;setting veins ablaze… she hasthat poise her dad has paid,she knows her dues, but offthis haze she’s far from well The club […]
Lost in lust
“Frequently the wood are pink —”Emily Dickinson once before, at night, when frequentlywe kissed and serpently embraced thesea, the sullen waves, the wild wild woodwe knew the taste of soil, […]
Chimeras are for real
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream By Edgar Allan Poe When the faintest flames in gloom is all we see, or the sounds […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 