Hey, little sparrow,

come, sit next to me,

tell me of the world ahead,


what you’ve seen and heard.

Where are you going, tell me,

where is the end, depict it.


What you know about the winds,

do they throb like us, love and hate?

I want to know where it all begins.


I am sorry, little sparrow,

you are nothing but a bird,

your beak’s unable to reveal

all the secrets of the world.


And thank you, little sparrow

for your presence means more

than the speech of many men…


…well, I can call you friend.


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