How to wrap my words
In gold of dawn, when ink was river’s stream floating merrily among the silver trees verdancy of birches was sunlit dream But autumn comes with fading memories of diamond waterdrops, […]
Category Archives: Ottava Rima
Before the valkyries
The joss-sticks burning for a circumstance when idler with the tinsel-eyes has met again, his green-eyed mistress of absinthe In riptides of emotions he will greet the morning stars of […]
Let ghosts of Marley speak – for dVerse
Constellation patterns of the year to be are playing peek-a-boo behind the shroud prepared for wake of two-thousand fourteen. This dreaded year that made the serpent proud when xenophobics from […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 