The sky

tranquil melancholy

Sometimes the sky is too close to me,
Although it is grey high sky.
I do not want to be changed into cloud.
I can add only my deep breath to white emptiness of the sky.
But it will be tranquil melancholy of cold rain.

People hurry into the high sky.

The sky was a distant world while I was a little girl.
Trees were very high.
The sun and clouds were distant for me too.

But I remember
that my mother was closer to me
than the whole world.