The Black Swan sighs,
As it glides across the inky water,
Like ice.
The night falls and envelops the swan in darkness,
Yet it does not worry it.
For it has only known the dark.
Shimmering stars, reflected upon the twilight mirror,
And the crescent moon hangs above,
And smiles.
The midnight blood swiftly trails,
across the silhouetted water,
Like a crimson tear across a cheek.
And the Black Swan sighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem