Soren Valentine

This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.
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A tree once golden now dies,
her bones now marrowless.
Her blood holds only goodbyes,
Behold! life in its narrowness.
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Above the earth, below the sky,
I can hear the joyful cry,
They hug and love under my light,
as I display my colours bright.
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An old tree stands by the edge of a cliff,
awaiting, awaiting the waters to lift.
The waves he cherishes like God's gift,
but through weeds and mountains he must first sift.
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I try to put it out,
but it rises like the sea.
I'm full of doubt;
Is this all I'll ever be?
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You are my comfort, yet you are killing me.
Your eyes are moons to which part of my heart belongs.
Your voice fills me with happiness, yet it plunges me into an abyssal ghyll. It raises me like a mountain, yet it melts me like metal in the fires beneath the earth.
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As I love the summer's breeze, so too do I love you.

And as it lifts my eyes to the Azure of the Heavens,
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Its been so long since we last met,
the forest floor has become our home,
How can we live when our blood's been let,
and is just another chapter in Love's tome?
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O fire-tongued faery, serene and mute,
how your elements have consumèd my heart,
leading me, bending me without dispute;
with thine evil yet comely art!
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There was once a time when you need an ear,
countless times that you'vve needed release;
Was I not the one who decided to hear?
And eventually you found peace.
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You're always so somber,
complaining about life and bringing me down.
I'm sick of the blame you put on Him when all He has down is fix It.

But that was two years ago...

Now I find you still stumbling around in Unlight, but guess what?
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Take part of the darkest of fruits and see me lose my mind.
My spirit has found repose in Angst's bosom.

Will no one save me from the bludgeoning of this life?
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If the rain were to create a river,
one made of my dreams pure,
then my world would begin to shiver,
until I fall away from the cure.
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I stand in mid-heaven, above a sea.
Through its colours it is grey,
through grey, black as it surrounds a tree;
a tree lit by a black sun's ray.
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I can only sit here in the dark,
crying because I missed the mark;
locked and too lazy to reach for the key,
as cold and numb as one could be.
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Ancient mountains swept with snow,
where a dropp of water begins to flow,
is the birthplace of a small stream,
and something I would never dream.
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Moonlight lovers lay and kiss,
their hands entwined, she fades in mist.
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Vés amor,
no te vayas a llorar
aunque te colgarás
del mundo que vos dejás atras.
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Wandering a sylvan paradise
we would relish in our colorful world.
We were so happy; us the forest would entice.
Soaking up the cloud's lust,
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The day is coming when the sun will become exhausted
and in her agony she will stop shining.
Darkness will sail across the sky and fill the earth.
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