In a winter which is pure white.
in a river which is hell cold.

i was destined to flow with
to the farthest of its end.

in a day which is full dark.
in a night which is half dim.

i was allowed to go to.
the river that flowed there.

Its blue water fresh and sweet.
immersed stones small and big.

i was loved to touch and take.
But was asked to keep safe.

it flows towards east in town.
it glows in full moon gown.

for i was in habit to look at it.
while it flows towards east in town.

Always silent,calm and dense.
does it make winter's sense ?