Natasa Tocuc

Rookie - 266 Points (Saigon)

Natasa Tocuc Poems

1. Your Love 7/15/2006
2. Red 7/15/2006
3. Pim 07-13-2006 -Dad 7/15/2006
4. When I Love 7/15/2006
5. Pim -07-09-2006 7/15/2006
6. Pim 07-09-2006 7/15/2006
7. The Young Girl, An Angel Friend 7/15/2006
8. Fifteen 7/15/2006
9. Our Love Life. 7/15/2006
10. Independence Day America 7/15/2006
11. Lover 7/15/2006
12. Pim 05-26-2006 7/15/2006
13. Pim 06-23-2006 7/15/2006
14. Pim 7/15/2006
15. Summer Love 7/15/2006
16. The Lover 7/15/2006
17. His Arms 7/15/2006
18. Joy - Adult Content 7/15/2006
19. Untitled 7/15/2006
20. Our Love Dream 7/15/2006
21. The Moment Love 7/15/2006
22. Feeling Love 7/15/2006
23. Our Spring Love - Adult Content 7/15/2006
24. The War 7/15/2006
25. Happy Birthday Hue Robinson. 7/15/2006
26. Happy Birthday Quyen 7/15/2006
27. My Inspirational Poets 7/15/2006
28. Her Family 7/15/2006
29. Myself 7/15/2006
30. The Dreamed Moment 7/15/2006
31. Magical Moment 7/15/2006
32. Love Moment 7/15/2006
33. Feelings- Adult Content 7/15/2006
34. The Spring Moment 7/15/2006
35. Nature With Love 7/15/2006
36. Our Spring 7/15/2006
37. Him 7/15/2006
38. Lover (Adult Content) 7/15/2006
39. Loving Me...-Adult Content 7/15/2006
40. So Full Of Love 7/15/2006
Best Poem of Natasa Tocuc

Spring Without You

You left me that morning fall.
The white butterfly was sad.
Making the colored flowers fall fast.
AS I sat next to your guitar.
Till the autumn passed by, Winter came to an end.
All the melodies...flow over the spring.
Sunglow and rain are on the cloudy sky.
Because you left me, the sky starts rain.
Watching the spring... missing you.
The grass is still green.
Having his absence.
The Spring is the season of missing love.
The spring is for everyone.
and the sunshine is multicolored.
People fall in love with.
The spring of the evening,
sending ...

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Red

Her hair is red
and brown,
Slanted over her forehead,
it makes a laugh
And I sing.
She does not listen her music,
Just sing along with me
and lets her red roses all
over the floor,
Slipping, scratching, sinking
Her hands into my hands,
We sing together a few smiles
and listen she plays the guitar

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