Why Poetry…

Somewhere in universe, to a forgotten place. Somewhere but close to the outer space.

There is a poetry box, locked but filled of words, lines and united letters, ready to fly with the birds

Down from a dark sky, to bounce on the stars, comes all emotions to a poem and landing softly on my scars.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02

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Björn Blomqvist

Aspiring author with a bachelor's degree in art history and visual communication and a bachelor's degree in history. Writes on a debut novel. Amateur actor and poet - sometimes writes art reports and articles from art exhibitions.

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