chances are
we meet someday
and you shall
have a glimpse
of me
but you hesitate
and try
to create a little distance
to make
sure that
it is really me,
aquiline nose
sad eyes
lean body
and an
aura of
divinity
and then you step back
telling yourself
it is not him
he smells like Tanduay in his poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem