Natasa Tocuc

Freshman - 785 Points (Saigon)

Natasa Tocuc Poems

201. Our Longer Friendship 9/18/2012
202. I Do Love You 9/18/2012
203. A Love 9/20/2012
204. Behold Me One More Time 9/20/2012
205. Sorrow 9/21/2012
206. The Trust 9/21/2012
207. My Love For You Is The Desire Ocean 9/21/2012
208. Blue 9/25/2012
209. Dear Reader 9/27/2012
210. Missing You 3/3/2013
211. Amanda Hartley 3/7/2013
212. If You Love... 11/18/2013
213. Joy Love 11/26/2013
214. In Madly Love 11/26/2013
215. How Like A Fall Created Most Lovely Scene 11/26/2013
216. I'M Happy 11/29/2013
217. I Love The Blue Sky 1/1/2014
218. Spring Alone 1/1/2014
219. Did You Never Know How Much I Loved? 1/1/2014
220. Love... 1/7/2014
221. I Dream Of An Angel 1/7/2014
222. My Love For My Little Girl With Buddha 1/15/2014
223. As We Are So Beautiful Love With Each Other 1/15/2014
224. Nature Fall 1/16/2014
225. Sorrow Of The Life 1/16/2014
226. My Beloved Love 1/18/2014
227. The Lonely Song 1/18/2014
228. Happy Birthday Michelle Obama! 1/19/2014
229. My Everlasting Love 1/19/2014
230. A Love Within A Dream 1/19/2014
231. O Buddha 1/19/2014
232. Loving Me 1/26/2014
233. My Love - Sweet Honey 1/26/2014
234. I Was Certainly In Love 1/27/2014
235. The Eternal Love 1/28/2014
236. Behold Yours Love 1/29/2014
237. My Thoughts 1/9/2014
238. Song 1/10/2014
239. On Sharing Love 4/25/2014
240. Spring - 4/25/2014
Best Poem of Natasa Tocuc

Happiness

Money is not the happiness.
Happiness can't sell or buy.
My happiness is my friends,
My lover and my family.
My happiness is charities,
It is supported the people
Who cared about me?
It is also to help my mom
Recover her illness.
My happiness is my friends
At Poet's workshop
That fills up full time to
read and review poems.
My happiness is to plant
the flowers
and to spent time
for my love's ones.
It is also my love
for my great country
That gives me a freedom.
To think of the happiness,
An ordinary life and an inspiration.

Read the full of Happiness

Red

Her hair is red
and brown,
Slanted over her forehead,
it makes a laugh
And I sing.
She does not listen her music,
Just sing along with me
and lets her red roses all
over the floor,
Slipping, scratching, sinking
Her hands into my hands,
We sing together a few smiles
and listen she plays the guitar

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