(1963-1979)
A celestial flower of fifteen spring
That has been mowed before the hour
Not ajar
Shy ...
Even fewer offered
modest ... He was
wrest
Until his roots as
a common dandelion.
A wonderful flower,
That was bruised, trampled, trampled on the ground.
His soul forever stained with the defilement of a man!
A flower that dies
No longer perceive the sun, to have for company
That fear and rage!
A flower withered
became dry as autumn leaves,
transit to the marrow by the contempt and indifference
!
A sudden death is ignored;
No more flowers!
There is only one dark spot ...
©
Jojhoelle Grondin
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