Natasa To Poems

On this American Mother's Day,
the flags stir softly in the spring,
front porches glow with morning light,
and every bird seems glad to sing.
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Autumn comes soft to Virginia hills,

Not all at once, but in whispered chills—
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When I was born a tiny baby,
my kindness mom hold me in her arms,
felt warm like the sunshine
which God give me
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The beautiful sky of Spring,
the soft kiss is on my face
So sweet as your tender love,
As my feeling for you starts to grow
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I wish the Heaven
will bring my mom
alive as I am praying
God or Buddha to her
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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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Here come real orchids to fill the greenhouse,
and here on earth come forget me not, roses, lilies, tulip ect..,
that though they never equal flower in size,
(And they were really stars at earth)
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My love - sweet honey
Sweet sweet sweet honey
See I love here with sweet honey
And it is better than nectar
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There must be blue world
For a morning like this, when the blue breeze
Caresses like gentle tulips
All over. I do know
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My tears are like golden well
Of the stars on the lovely roses;
And all my red roses and forget-me-not 's flowers
Of unremembered stars and rainbow.
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