Friday, May 16, 2014

Being Feeling Of Love

Saturday seems habitual,
the way it is beauty in the blue sky
when we’re looking.
On this notebook, the blue bird still sings
to me, and I long remember for this
Mothers’ world. Patterns
Of the green light on this leather,
the sun, listening.
My brothers, my sisters,
I was born to you know certain
Things, even if someone
really listens. Give it back
to me, as the blue birds takes up
the whole blue sky, fly with
rainbow. If I can remember
the words in the thunderstorm,
I will be well enough to stand up
Here with you a little while. My darling
Natasa To
Topic(s) of this poem: love

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