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    SPRING POEM While watching all these early buds and swallows, I can feel tonight that my heart's slowly growing over sorrows as someone's horizon on smiley days might; That it's getting bigger like all plants around and as light as feather, and that all happiness... more

    Reviewed by olja75 May 04 2007, 07:26am ( 3 reviews ) inka-essenhigh.com

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  • Reviewed by scubadivetrip on Oct 15 2008, 1:27am

    Beautiful ! I just want to say - Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
  • Rated by olja75 on May 04 2007, 7:26am

    SPRING POEM While watching all these early buds and swallows, I can feel tonight that my heart's slowly growing over sorrows as someone's horizon on smiley days might; That it's getting bigger like all plants around and as light as feather, and that all happiness that's above the ground and a Hell of pain wouldn't really matter: It's longing for all things that a life as such could give nice to thy, and completely nothing wouldn't be too much-- it's eager desire and hopes are so high. Everything that's happened has been just a play of my heart on fire; my true love has never been given away as much as I could and as I desire; There are, in my deeps, gentle tides of words never let outside; I could give my heart to everyone on worlds, yet, it would remain a lot of it inside. Desanka Maksimovic Translation: Dragana Konstantinovic
  • Rated by emma31 on Apr 09 2007, 1:57am

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