Poems from Skapande
Curse and blessing, gift of spite
Prisoner of day-and-night
The life I live is grand indeed
And yet I fall to subtle greed
Politics are...
It's not unorthodox by any means
To dream of things quite far beyond your reach
Perhaps your soul could show you how it leans
Revealing...
I have seen the silence
Of the city's coat of snow
And I have heard the grasses
Through the sidewalk try to grow
I have walked the...
A stone is thick, a mountain ever more,
And carvéd is the latter from the core
Of our green earth - it stands to reason, then,
That it...
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Well: who am I, put honestly?
Without facade, I seem to be
A borderline dichotomy
Between two frames of mind.
At first, I show my...