Before
Before: Forever happy un- abridged “Yes” — she said that day, yet unpaired: des- paired he’s left bereft today, silenced into shade. There are days when water’s paled with voices […]
Tag Archives: bridge
cold winds at the shredder
on keyboard dancing fingertips that rip apart my silent dreams accountants shred their paperwork ~ cold wind blows through open doors ~ as headlines state the memberships for gangs of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 