BabyA Poem by Carlton RolleThe grip of life within her pulse. Is beating lively with every stump. She treasures features not yet seen. With her nightly talks and gathered dreams. She welcomes this baby into her house. © 2014 Carlton Rolle |
StatsAuthorCarlton RolleNew York City, NYAboutI write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..Writing
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