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...

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