Poems from RaulCamino

  It’s when autumn in its final throes surrenders and one morning you draw in a peculiar breath thick with frigid air that you realize the...
wonderfully brisk, the pre-mature summer air draws small silent breaths     sweetness is the spring in transition; earth changing the...
She's in no condition to be marketing youth, beautiful as she may be. Age has caught up to this queen, and it seeps through her...
  It is true things come easy for those who are young, when it hits them to run, having no regard for the course life sets before them.  ...
“Whisper now from here till doomsday But I will never hear enough” Oh my Billie, I could have never heard enough.   How did you maintain...

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