Freedom

I left my brolly

Hoping you’d follow me;

We walked together

for miles and never tire.

Every time it rains,

we enjoy the cool breeze;

Every time I’m down,

you’ll comfort me with ease.

When you walk away,

and leaves start to fall;

I feel an emptiness

that nothing can replace.

What can I expect?

Why should I need you?

Why do I have no choice

if I want my freedom?

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