Tiger gasoline
The beast It boosts you car To travel far away In sporty vehicle we go It’s gas Feline A cat inside will give you speed With gasoline we live But […]
Tag Archives: Cinquain
Silent sound
Today Into the fog The many shades of grey As nature lost the colors normally It has The goal We know so well looks different The sounds so silently We […]
There inside
— Inside The greenery An aging woman sits And looking out on streets Were she has raised a family That’s gone — A cinquain (starting to be my favorite style) […]
A mountain day
I dream Of walking home Across a mountain range And at the end of day a rest With you We sit At our fireplace at rest and talk About the […]
Aging
At times The aging man Not pretty sight at all The memories are lost and gone It’s sad So sad The hands that once were caring strong Now touches softly […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 