31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-One

Even Knowing the Season Will Change

What would I want to trade
my freedom for?
Who would I want to trade
my freedom for?

Flowers bloom without my soothing breath.
The sun warms without my loving embrace.
Colors change without my tender kiss.
Snowflakes fall without my finger’s trace.

All of this I know,
and still,
in the wintery distance,
a villainous beauty awaits.

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