The Little Girl

It was cloudy morning.
The sun was veiled.
I was thinking about gloomy last night
and walking on grassy land.

I was depressed.
I was listless.
The early morning freshness
was helpless.

Life seemed to me a ruined vessel,
about to sink.
I had no idea,
how to resist the gale.

Suddenly I saw a little girl
standing on my way.
Her appearance seemed to me
a little doll.

She presented me
a wildflower
and a heavenly smile
which I saw never.

Then she ran to her mother
who was standing not far.
Suddenly I saw the sun on the horizon
and the cloud disappeared.