Natasa To Poems

War is inhuman
In the corpses
Of dirty blood
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winter-season and in
the burnt forest
of my eyeglass, a underground
that makes me as burial inside ---
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And I'll love him
While the morning sunshine's
Cause some day never change
Some poems never change
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I went to the shopping Sunday
On run in the crowd
Of America on Monday. I get fat.
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Ukraine Russia war dread, the Ukraine citizens. Dread from the war, they blue as dread, big war dread, as our future dread.
Dread the constellation they were under, dread they
slept under basement, war the waves of history, blustering red.
Dread their Ukraine citizens 's calm. They were the children
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I love COLD days, cold days
breath is what you got hours
Snow from niece to niece
Smoothies dripping
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Freaks of brights, airy beauties love,
Whose clear forms amaze the love—
Crowns fit to white roses on soil,
Adornments meet for frame of splendor rare!
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Eloquent worlds of the Americans
Imply the powerful President Joe Biden;
Great thought stays inside always.
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As if you are in love, a orchid branch
Hangs in my back yard, asleep - so high...
The trees wake - and dream? - in sunshine;
And the mystery of their parent is near, near...
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In the beginning, a time to see sunlight from the temples.
Suffering and it summoned a feeling lost,
yes, I was sick. Made without worry as the tulips
. Rose like a myth. Loud clamor, who will translate
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