tropical weather makes for terrible writing

sans mute, brooding clouds

and soul-filling cold,

what is a writer to do?

 
for God knows our air

must match our despair,

so our words can be dark and deep too.

 
how must we write

when our heart is alight

with the tropical sea’s pale blue hues?

 
or the sun glistening down

like a heavenly crown,

washing our minds anew

 
sins must we write,

and take joy in the rite

of pencils singing the blues

 
for if we stopped,

we’d lose our excuse

to be sad,

and depressed,

and acknowledge that truth.

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