Papa
You're left for a country
Hence there is no return ...
I cry, I regret in my heart But
shines a soft light
is an aurora
With the color of your soul
Rose golden tenderness
Your love for me to leave an imprint
Who will never fade
One day I'll meet you in your beautiful country
Who has no name ...
This country that you invented
To survive ... ©
Jojhoelle Grondin
Jean Grondin (poet 1941-1972)
Who ended his days
September 11, 1972
author collection of poems
Inventing To Survive
Published in 1970 in Thetford Mines
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Me Me I'm leaving I'm
For a country with no return
But my heart with you always remain my friends
I love again!
© Jean Grondin
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