my heart asks about you, what should I say?
that you are miles away? In other world I might say
and yet still here, nowhere to reach me.
you are all the spring flowers on the hills
and the earth is breathing through you
only three months a year.
you are the clouds that pass in front of the sun
in a long day of summer time.
you are all the leafs that fall from trees
more in a day in autumn season than in all year.
you are the frozen snow under my boots
that whisper softly in my ears
little sister,
*I miss you too!