Current Joys
The breeze is cold and crisp
The trees are colored with the sun
Short days, long nights, so much yet so little
Finding joy against the bitterness of the harsh light
They yell, they fight, they frown, with the world watching with glee
Past joys, current joys, future joys, does any of it exist?
When smiles cross my face, I look up at the Sun
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