Towards the forest
The forest reeks tonight of sulfur vapors and his hands are black. When deep among the trees the bite of what has passed. what wasn’t asked and time that never […]
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photo albums turned to dust – for dVerse
disaster smells like ash as summer-heat becoming flames in clouds above I see the images of paths I’ll never walk of dying woods, unwritten books of photo albums turned to […]
A lonely girl by mountain tarn
by forest tarn the little lonely girl in tears laments in bitter loneliness as silver moonshine kiss her golden curls the trees are bowing down in tenderness with bending limbs […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 