Still too pale
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
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Birdsong
Dearest month of March You have begun with fimbulwinter, with fangs of icicles, in Siberian winds, with a quiver from the beasts below and now I humbly wonder when you’ll […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 