Kaleidoscope
BLOG OF THE AUTHOR MAGDALENA WIKLUND
Prose
Becoming
Moving; everything is moving across my perception molding itself through it crushing minds building bridges… Everything is becoming. One single peace – of me. Advertisements
The Cloud
* The empty blue sky filled itself up with one single cloud. It was fluffy, white, magnificent! and lived its life gliding over our heads without ever bothering about life.
A Little Heart
A little heart is warming up in my daughters little hand. The girl is freezing my heart is bleeding for that love – connection – we just made.
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