اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Bridges smiled at their innocence, the night whispers to
the river painting it lively.
Resounding water under
stopped me from breathing frailness.
Holding the amulet,
grace found in warmth within.
I heard a hiss from a fissure,
an exhalation from a hazy ingress.
It was my hidden heart.
Where is the entrance of emotion's realm?
Down the river it flows.
