I took a stroll
On a lonely street
So calm and cool
Cause it was night.
I silently hurried
To a lively road
But saw a kid
In a gloomy mood.
Calmy, gently
I uttered 'hey'
Standing stationary
For the boy's reply.
His legs where buried
By drops of snow
His hairs curved
As an archer's bow.
With symphaty
I pated him
And listened to the story
All about him.
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