He couldn’t be captured in a phrase
Or one hundred…
He was like no one,
He was like a foreign country
That you travelled through
Eerie landscapes and glistening lakes
Towards horizons
Camouflaged in mists
Precluding
Happiness
once felt
And dreamed about.
He was like a giant umbrella
In bright colors
Protective of winds and shadows
Bandaging unseen wounds
In tenderness and
Love.
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Art – Harald Sohlberg
Reposting an old poem written in 2015