Season of Freedom

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Season of Freedom
Freedom is fleeting, its duration brief
as the seasons. It escapes our hold
to leave us alone, full of broken belief.

Not unlike the autumn faded leaf
drifting gracefully away with the cold,
freedom is fleeting, its duration brief.

Like winter nights quick to come, grief
for losing the light takes firm hold
to leave us alone, full of broken belief.

Not unlike brilliant spring green, a relief
from white blankets of snow so cold,
freedom is fleeting, its duration brief.

Like summer heat scorches a leaf,
sapping life slowly from even the bold
to leave us alone, full of broken belief.

Autumn, winter, spring, summer bring grief
as each season seeks to escape our hold.
Freedom is fleeting, its duration brief,
To leave us alone, full of broken belief.