(?)
Gazen out the giant glass window
rain drops, drizzling,fast slipping
racing down to the base of the window seal
the sky looks doomie
with
darkness
mind drifted, with a Question?
What will I do if the Sun didn't come out?
or
The Moon didn't show it's light.
I guess everybody answer is different,
Mine,
Is thank God I'm living
RIGHT!
Wakeitha Kilpatrick
copyright(C) March 2012
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