The Toad Of Montmartre Poem by Hebert Logerie

The Toad Of Montmartre

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The croaking toad
The spitting toad
Is ill
Time and wind pass
Like poor cowards.

Nothing is forever
Life will remain beautiful
Put a little salt
‘Cause we must fill up the shovel
Where everything is bland.

It's snowing in my heart
It's not a great misfortune
Clouds and birds pass.

The croaking toad
The spitting toad
Has lost happiness.

P.S. Translation of "Le Crapaud De Montmartre" by Hébert Logerie
Copyright © May 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

The Toad Of Montmartre
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: frog,happiness,birds
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