When Katrine suddenly disappeared
The swaying of the sunflowers
Turned into Earthquakes
The songs into sobs and sighs
The angels into demons
Of some wicked races
Gazing at human faces
Wickedly
Forty five years passed quickly
But Katrina alas never passed by
Nor she passed away
out of my wretched memory
leaving me cool and crude
As if Katrina entered into my soul
And took it to her final Abode
For good
Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
March,2021
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