Catch its silver in the sieves
When branches try to capture truth in moon the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences unknown, as silent phases of the […]
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After the fireworks
When music from the fireworks, embrace and grip you gently with its feathered glove; delivering in flowered coup de grace, to listless years for few in hope of love through […]
The winner is the one that lost the least
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
Thankful – a sonnet for dVerse
I’m thankful for the slanting rays of sun, for moonbeam silver in the mountain tarn. I’m thankful for the mostly silent guns, that people eat and have sufficient grain, that […]
A second midnight run
The asphalt’s slick with motor oil beside the road a withered rose where shattered glass and blood did soil a bridegroom’s new and shining clothes. On empty roads there’s still […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 