Forging a future
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul – Emily Dickinson Feathered we flyfor the sun kissing the sunflower fieldsfor years of the future soothing the woundsfor […]
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One night in Paris…
Still clinging to the grains of sand remains a hope of one and half degrees, unburned its fossil carbon, drops still left undrained. Today, on paper signed, a lesson learned: […]
After the fireworks
When music from the fireworks, embrace and grip you gently with its feathered glove; delivering in flowered coup de grace, to listless years for few in hope of love through […]
Let ghosts of Marley speak – for dVerse
Constellation patterns of the year to be are playing peek-a-boo behind the shroud prepared for wake of two-thousand fourteen. This dreaded year that made the serpent proud when xenophobics from […]
When nothing can the battle stop
The drawbridge to the castle drops around the chargers mouth – that froth when nothing can the battle stop. The knights preparing, heads to chop cause foes are foes in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 