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.