Sweet spring swing and young yearning years br Memories reminded by sudden gust of faint wind chimes br Those years when foreigners, friends and foes played together br Lost innocence, insurance and inane discourse of life br br Three friends have i lost till then to this world br One in the race of resit report cards, my first loss br Second to the broken home's estranged engrossed enrage br The third to a pyscho's lovelorn lusty lynching br br Three beautiful lives culminating in violent ends br Three angels tortured, neglected and ravaged br Three noose tempted, manufactured and forced br Swings of life stole my smile, from swing to swing they flew awaybr br Dechen Doma Sherpabr br