Natasa To

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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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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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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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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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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When will this thirst for freedom of all?
When will our love of slavery die?
When the Ukraine Mother's will fetters break?
When will the Ukraine war cease?
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My love - sweet honey
Sweet sweet sweet honey
See I love here with sweet honey
And it is better than nectar
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There must be blue world
For a morning like this, when the blue breeze
Caresses like gentle tulips
All over. I do know
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My tears are like golden well
Of the stars on the lovely roses;
And all my red roses and forget-me-not 's flowers
Of unremembered stars and rainbow.
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To my mom I love, the great mom I adore,
my only love in life, the great mom I live for -
Though we might fight more than we get along well,
I know our relationship will never go wrong.
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I feel my heart beating
in the mid-night like the red tulip:
my veins are slow ran
and not wine,
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When I was born a tiny baby,
my kindness mom hold me in her arms,
felt warm like the sunshine
which God give me
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The beautiful sky of Spring,
the soft kiss is on my face
So sweet as your tender love,
As my feeling for you starts to grow
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I wish the Heaven
will bring my mom
alive as I am praying
God or Buddha to her
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From the hour I have not been
As others were; I have not thought
As others saw; I have not brought
My passions from a common summer.
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Here come real orchids to fill the greenhouse,
and here on earth come forget me not, roses, lilies, tulip ect..,
that though they never equal flower in size,
(And they were really stars at earth)
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Sweet scents red tulips
Red tulips bring such happiness
Our hearts are full of pleasure.
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