Poems from Valery

We stumble through this world.At times with shaky feet,  Rubbing, wobbly knees.Sometimes we humans fail.   To stop and start again.It is...
Whose leaves these are? I think I know.The tallest trees have made them so.While lying here with questions queer,   To watch as painted...
  She comes to me with broken dreams. With tender care she’s gathered them, In silent heaps of tear stained years. Their ghostly essence...
It’s now one hour since evening struck my beating chambered clockwork dark.It’s now the one hundred twenty first such night since the Sun...
”Sticks and stones may break your bones  but words will never hurt you.”   Was it said to me my youth   When hot tears would daily fall...

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