Natasa Tocuc - The Flower

I keep on plan flowers again.
New flowers, opening like the
Small sunshine of sleeping
Flowers.
Memory of new life,
Standing flesh and beautiful do
Convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They make my eyes pay lot of attention, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live with flower.

Natasa Tocuc

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