​
​How heavy is the sky!
​Sometimes my body
​can no longer bear it.
​
​In these moments,
​I see your image.
​Smiles and stares.
​
​”Listen, whose heart
​is crying?” – you
​whisper to me.
​
​Then, following the
flow ​of wisdom.
​We walked on together.
​Holding up the sky.