Natasa Tocuc Poems
I cannot wait for spring flowers.
The invitations have begun to Spring.
I used to think I loved spring flowers
until they got this year so beautiful and pleasure,
the whole world away at the,
sunk in sweet and nice.
you were supposed to love us
from spring but everyone just slumped
into you, happy sacks
Pulling the shade down on an evening
Of a few too many rich things.
Well, I will have another.
I'll have spring. The spring of flowers
For no reason, of shivering rooftops,
It is your eyes that
make my heartbeats,
when, I think of you.
Hear your soft voice,
touch your lips.
It is the infinity of love,
Your love makes me feel blue sky.