اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I dreamt of the swansmile.
More beautiful than beauty itself
Like roses in bloom
Or maybe even like
The velvet hour in all its glory.
Why torment me like you do?
I monotously whispered.
Don't you understand, the swans replied,
You are my creater, therefore I am you.
It didn't smile anymore. I did.
