Valerie Dohren Poems

The pale moon floats through demon skies
Her aspect cold and eerie
Against the raging storm she vies -
Her heart thus ever weary
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Each one gives, each one takes
Sometimes loves, then foresakes

Each one wins, each one fails
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A bleak wind blows, and all in sorrow dwell,
the fractured earth sings out her requiem -
upon her form, unquenched, a raging hell,
around her head, a fading diadem.
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O come sweet June, my lovely June
The month when first the roses bloom -
A wondrous, colourful display
By sunlight kissed throughout the day,
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My love, my love, no scented flower
Could smell so sweet there in my bower -
No stars could yet adorn the night
Nor sun, nor moon, e`er shine so bright
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Tender beats the heart that whispers
Through the darkness of the night
Ling`ring in the silent shadows
Utt`ring words to yet take flight
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Her ashen face upon the pillow lay
As then the light upon her hair did play
With sadness borne, my Muse, she died today
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I am the perfume full caught by the breeze
The fragrance that drifts through the air -
Attar of Roses soft borne on the wind
With Night-scented Stock lingering there
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(A simple tale)

Under the Laburnum tree
She saw his gentle face
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Sequestered deep in mystic realms
`Midst all the stars in full display
Encircled there by misty souls
I heard her sad soliloquy
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