A Spring - Poem by Natasa Tocuc
A lovely spring morning arises
Oh, clouded by worldly arises.
Four times the bell tolls echoes like a snake.
We see heaven gate upside-down in sad flowers.
Love's vast ocean cannot be emptied.
And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.
Where are you? My darling
my darling is here, ten times out of ten
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