Hoarfrost in March
There are morningsjust beforesun has conquered the mistwhen hoarfrost stillcan stick to the twigs. When the soundof your skisis the only answerto night’s remaining silence,when nothing has been saidon whereor […]
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Darkly believing
Lightness of being darkly believing in two finally seeing nodding, agreeing with you living and ageing loving is freeing Joyfully beaming no longer dreaming I knew winter is gleaming sleeping […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 