Below the flagstones
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be mane e cummings Below the somber flagstonesburied bones forgotten ash While reckless shadows playin absentminded hide and seek […]
Tag Archives: Winter is coming
Still life, closer to equinox
Still, a solemn while, a bit of summer lingers,and slowly morning fog is wrecked by sunshinebut birds have left and only crows are singersat autumn equinox the darkness conquersmy heart […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 