Natasa To Poems

There 's a breeze - breath of fresh air-
Yet there, and here, and somewhere
Along the dirty road, beneath the earth
By those wandering lonely walked,
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When summer comes
I will dress in silk blouse and skirt
Wear my new high shoes
Collared with green pearls.
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When, in happy with fortune and men's love,
I all alone make my new poems so quick,
and feeling wander heaven with my teardrops,
and look upon myself, and cries my fate,
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Not handsome, nor the great love life
Of life, shall outlive this powerful melody;
But you shall shine more bright in these poems
Than sweet voice, sing the love poems.
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Through the darkest night I walk
watching the stars beyond dim skies
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T, after seeing you another day.
The sky has turned blue and chased the gray clouds away.

The writer has enjoyed your black eyes
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That morning I saw the squirrel
wided the eyes and seemed to say:
'good morning, Ms Wandering'.
His tail waved me &
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Because I feel that, in the skies above.
The angels, playing to one another,
can find among their burning terms of love.
None so dearest as that of 'Amanda, Amanda'.
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From the hour I have not been
as others were; I have not thought
as others saw; I have not brought
my passions from a common summer.
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I told you my deepest love
You told me your greatest love
When I whisper on your ear, I thought: You will be well-kept
But you talked to me to your love
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