In spite of my troubled existence

I have tried to be somewhat blind,
When my flaws are too visible,
And look for the good in the bygone ages,
But,
My days see no good,
They go by like skiffs of rain,
The stars of its dawn are dark,
The soles of my feet are pinned to the ground,
A step too hard to come by,
My days are barren,
But my ear receives a whisper of a bird song,
A cracking of seeds,
In spite of my troubled existence, tulips fall on the grass of the earth,
In spite of my troubled existence, the air is filled with the scent of water,
I must arise and live,
One day at a time,
For in spite of my troubled existence, the earth still lives.

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