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A happy tale

some mornings

the old oak tree sings

a happy tale

I ett slag – som flygplanet delar himlen – skuren i hjärtat.

Skrivpuff: Skuren.

Nothing in sight – when I close my eyes – realizing everything.

Universe – everlasting speed in orbits – compass left behind.

Just stepping on – to punch for a jump – feathers falling.

Ny bok värd att läsa! Se intervju med författarna på Axess.

Mycket intressant!

#haiku by Birgitta Rudenius

Served for me – the yolk of life – topped with love.

Skrivpuff: Pannkaka.

Wheat on heat – when writing hurts – pattern in life.

Please dance – the song I need to hear – in angel wings.

You have to – protect yourself – singing sad songs.

When you are – the sun in my life – your rays tickle.