A Trifle

A poem

There's a breeze in the morning heat

If you let yourself feel it

Darkness persists

While your eyes are closed

The rain won't stop being dreary

Until you dance with it

Just around the corner, there's another day

If you stop dwelling in the dumps

The birds still sing

Even when they're hungry

I refuse to be defined

By what's occurring

So I'll write the melody

And you keep the beat

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