Falling
My love for you is not the pinkish softness of a kitten’s paw, it’s not the brightness of a summer solstice, not the nausea of honeysuckled sweetness in June but […]
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Why still ambiguous?
As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 