Natasa To Poems

I love the blue sky
That fly on high mountaintop,
When all at once I saw a airplane,
A host, of golden flowers;
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Spring will be lonely without my mom
For she died in home, and she was my life.
She seemed for all to start to recover
But died suddenly without warning
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I like here thinking of you: —
The beauty of love
Is upon the world!
Yellow, red, pink
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Once a time did love a clock
o’er my angel-guarded kid,
that lost its way
where on green grass I lay.
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I like this thought,
the love of being
of thoughts.
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Love, love again?
On nights filled with lovely stars,
or during reddest maiden brightness
or afternoons of love.
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Oh! That my young life was a young girl!
My spirit not selective, till the young girl
Of an Eternity should bring the sorrow.
Yes! though' that long love were of hope love,
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I painted you a desire thing,
With years about a love;
I little thought to find your love
A least a dozen more love;
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This love of mine will blow its flowers around you, my lover, like
the ocean of love.
This love of mine will touch your cheek like a kiss of
blessing.
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This love of mine will blow its flowers around you, my lover, like
the ocean of love.
This love of mine will touch your cheek like a kiss of
blessing.
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