Natasa To Poems

Mother's day
to age.
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That was the year Matt and I decided to talk
In French, a language of love.
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You may have me
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll love.
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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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Happiness, fullest love, desire inside as mom alive
My dreams have lost, my hopes have died as mom pass away
My mom love like more than Pacific Ocean
Life's just passing with each season
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I keep on plan flowers again.
New flowers, opening like the
Small sunshine of sleeping
Flowers.
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My darling I miss you so much
Like the soil misses the water
Miss having you touch me
Holding me tight, and feeling your love, my darling
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The month of summer of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild flowers go its way,
and spend summer season on a single day.
The spring-time holds him red and purple love;
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