Swift Wind
The nice swift wind,blows across my face
hitting me cold,in the life's bitter race.
The streets are lonely and lone I'm walking,
in the cold hostile air,hardly I'm smiling.
Searching for the one who held my hands
to make me feel warm like the magic wands
Still moving alone in the path of life
feeling the pain through the edge of knife
Still wishing to go back in time to childhood
playing on streets like those in the neighborhood
far better than moving alone searching for the one
who comforts me just like the morning sun
The nice swift wind ,seems romantic no longer
neither the cool breeze feels like the earlier.
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