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Kamela Borri Poem
A poem how precious it is
Let me talk my whole life
About a poem.
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Kamela Borri Poem
I smile like a baby
When I am around you
From the pleasure
Of you being there
Beside me
And when you look at me
I try to hide it
Because I am shy.
Copyright © Kamela Borri | Year Posted 2025
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And then without flowers:
Lemon tree,
Mandarin tree,
Red roses
Perfumes and butterflies arms.
«What would life be?»
Copyright © Kamela Borri | Year Posted 2025
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Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I walk and leave footprints behind me;
I see a seashell;
I bend and pick it up;
It is white with some creamy lines;
I enjoy its smooth surface,
In the tip of my finger;
I am taking it with me today;
In fact I am here just for them;
They are small,
They are elegant,
They come once in a while with the tide
And I enjoy picking them up;
In fact there are times,
I wait for days to pick one of them;
It takes long,
But when I have the seashell in my hand
I enjoy it;
It is like sniffing the perfume,
I enjoy most
Or splashing earth color in the palette;
Some days,
I wait for days,
To pick up a seashell
But when I do, it is worth the time;
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Kamela Borri Poem
Amethyste & Jimusic
I wear my
bath costume
And I surf by the ocean
Devoted
I never
miss a day.
He, in his
everyday dream
Hovers over
the beach
Moved by
her daily dedication
Wishing he
could surf.
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I had a secret to share with you
How you would smile
And say
You silly
But you are not
The cold death took over you
And I talk to the wall.
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I was standing in the end of the bus;
Sitting on my chair amidst people;
Then a boy entered in the bus;
He was out of the blue;
Light blue jeans.
Light shirt;
An enhanced belt;
All the focus in this boy was in his belt;
All I could think,
In my head,
At the moment,
Was to remove that belt;
And I said to myself,
This boy really must be gracious,
Out of the blue,
In the middle of the fog.
…Without a word or a look at me;
I just want to remove that belt now;
And have him hard;
A blue perfume, strong;
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There is only me in the street
On this gray sunday
I feel like a little ball
Forgotten on a corner of the room
Every body has forgotten about it
The child does not want to play.
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I found a sun down there;
And there was a moon;
They called it that way;
Moon;
There was a sky;
Some bright spots
That shone especially in the night;
I found trees;
Trees couldn’t move;
And then there were other objects
That just like me, moved;
They had limbs
And they moved
From one spot to the other;
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Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!
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