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...