after those
long years
you finally
see each other
again
lots of changes
though
hair is thicker
eyelashes
waving
skin is whiter
and shinier
hands are softer
smile is
mystifying
you realize
it is not the
same person
anymore
and then when
another reunion
comes
you'll be weaving
lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem