Camwood Poems - Poems about Camwood

...What if the dead were meant to breathe? What if the birds were meant to be the supper Of the elders? The tapestry of our loins - a seizure What if the strength of man happens to be his weakness? ......

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...HOMECALL Echezona, she calls me home Remember the grounds upon which you suckled Remember the voice that weaved your dreams Remember the warmth that spun your wake I am the mirror of your future......

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...Had time be for leisure, The orchard's shade shall serve its purpose. Were it be for the stretches of time - Our loins shall melt in rhythm. Had she be forgiven, this moment, For despair ......

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...The tamer of my heart. For too long I am wanderer, A normad searching for love, Vagabond worker of piquancy; I meet birds, none looks dove, I see flowers,none is like rose . River bird ignore me n......

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