Poems from Ælfhild Wiklund

Cold of glaciers chill my bones Sweeping down from mountains Icy streams and cool winds Stealing heat from stifling days Pulling me back...
From the narrowest sliver of space Caught between roof and tree The moon is shining brightly Through my window to me, So bright, so fair,...
When a hush lies across the land Stillness rare and precious When the birds flit bright in the forest Sparks of the flame of life When the...
Concealing the unknown Stealing sight Hiding who-knows-what In the night, is The Dark. The Dark that lies across the land That pools...
We are not from this world We are not in this world We are not on this world We are not of this world We are the world, The air in our...

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