I pass with pride the first day,
I feel the wind the second,
I trample some flowers below my feet the third,
My eyes and my heart are shocked, my former are amazed my later is attached, and ,”Oh” so permanently,
I become a prisoner, I am indebted, I am ashamed, I have no courage, no experience, no breath;
There above, in the middle of a white balcony, rests all glory, all desire, all my heart, my new owner,
I am released, I feel free with a mere smile, “Oh” What a smile!
Now, when I pass through that place after centuries, Still afresh, I remember the unforgettable “A white balcony smile”..