Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent in spring. With your magic you can tumble towers, wage wars or bring butterflies to ash. You are passion, lies and facts both perpetrator and […]
Talking to books — Björn Rudbergs writings
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