I was running with the wind
Happy, full of spirit, unmindful
And my heart was silently slipping away
Towards the winter of the river !
This sparrow always comes to my roof,
Half the time it sings its heart out
Half the time it sings my heart’s song
And all the songs together sail by
Towards the winter of the river !
The street fire that keeps the old warm at night
And the candle that the priest lights at the temple
(may be to show god his way, he too sometime falters, you know!)
Their light creeps away at the dark of the night
Towards the winter of the river !
And as the heart meets the song and the light
Spring blossoms, yes, spring blossoms,
Right amidst the winter of the river !
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