Natasa To Poems

Money is not the happiness.
Happiness can't sell or buy.
My happiness is my friends,
My lover and my family.
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You left me that morning fall.
The white butterfly was sad.
Making the colored flowers fall fast.
AS I sat next to your guitar.
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The warmth Spring, soft touch my face
With bloom the flowers everywhere
The sunshine sparkles the sky
Watch the beautiful morning
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I cannot wait for spring flowers.
The invitations have begun to Spring.

I used to think I loved spring flowers
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She has broken my heart into so many pieces,
Likes her face's hell
She did not care me much
Her face is just MONEY
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The flower’s car was so marvelous.
Her wedding’s ring illuminated
under great sunshine.
Her lips full and pink as roses
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In the hush between midnight and dawn,
when the world forgets its noise,
angels wander through my dreams
with silver footsteps and quiet voices.
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Wandering in the hallway.
Can't find happiness in the hospital.
Sick patients hoping to get well,
Confusing when and when mom's getting better?
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At dawn the temple breathes in light,
Soft bells ripple through the quiet air.
Incense rises like forgotten prayers,
Curling toward a sky still half asleep.
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