Woman’S Diary

By Natalia Govsha

An observation of life, Womans Diary, a collection of poetry by author Natalia Govsha, shares a reflection of women who have surrounded her, women with their own life and their own love, joy, sorrow, and suffering.

From passion, to splashes of love, to mistakes, break ups, revival and forgiveness, forgiveness and hope, Womans Diary shares these and more. In the poem, Rosebud she writes: / Invite me on a nightly dance. / Ill dance with you. Ill give you chance. And you will lead in dreamy move

at edge of glory moon. It can be tango, maybe waltz. /And one... and two... and three... and glance! / Theres only we without crowd, /

Womans Diary explores the lives of women and their soulstender and mysterious.

Praise for Womans Diary

Natalia expresses the deepest feelings of the heart through her poetry. Grand desire, ravishing ecstasy, and intense craving emerge from these poems which are very powerfully the human heart as it expresses true heartfelt feelings!

Annie Papazian, Owner/Photographer, Lifetime Photos. Kirkland, Quebec

A very wise man say I believe Robert Frost say this there are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is most important of all to reach the heart of the reader. Your poems always reach deep inside my heart Natalia and pull me inward your amazing world of poetry .

Nancy Pifko, Moundsville, West Virginia

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Feb 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781480815346

Natalia Govsha

Natalia Govsha has been writing poems and prose all of her life and has been studying alchemistry and philosophy for many years. She lives in Mississauga City, a province of Ontario, Canada, with her family. This is Govsha’s debut book.

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I’ll ask. Fate opens narrow door for me.

And I’ll afraid inside come in.

I’ll overstep abyss. I’ll stay in sin.

Remissive by myself and say, Adieu to kin.

And golden carousel I’ll gently then untwist.

Oh, how troublous is this way… Someplace…

But silence speaks instead

soul’s vibrant thread.

Cool moon is turned to me by darkling side.

And my abyss - illusion of my mind.

And all my sins - delusion of my brine.

My cryptic love is only my desire -

as half of me suspended in the sky,

but second half - is view of other sign.

And both together - up and down line.

Now starless night, now glaring day;

now joy and shine, now heartless shade;

now call of moon in mirk of sleeps,

now heady sun is kissing lips.

My destiny, who opened door, will laugh,

What did you see in trices, Hate or Love?-

I’ll whisper, I saw Life…

Just Happened

And newly evening…

And I walk in silence…

And drops of tenderness

I grant to them - to strangers.

And, suddenly, by eyes

entrust my mystery about you

to them - to strangers.

You know, I should say,

"How beautiful my night!

My day!

Each moment mine I feel your light,

your dearness;

your hand, so minded help to me,

reject iniquity,

from solitude will fence, from grievance.

I’ll take a look inward your eyes,

and all forget -

pain, bitterness, hard-hearted mine.

Grateful to you from all my