Its beauty might be bruised
With scuff marks, scratches faded hues against the wall a cupboard leans once filled with secrets, hid the means in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues of treasures hidden, tucked […]
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The night of sunken ships
Deriving death of sunken ships your lighthouse darkened, stormy seas eroding shorelines, bending knees escaping, wallow, bouncing hips your cotton dress was clinging wet in tears, in rain and midnight […]
to dance with trees – constanza
I listen as the sunrays play in March when days are growing long on harpsichord a honeyed song I watch the trees that gently sway like waving arms they reach […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 