Gal4billy's Poems

A part of me

Ghetto Poem | Spoken Word Poem : Sun that shines through the rain, an eagle the soars through the clouds. A baby brand new a few minutes old, taking it’s first breaths, it’s first sights, making it’s first sounds. A gentle old soul looking worn with the wisdom of the years. A thunder in the clouds being heard for miles. A rainbow r

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