I saw her many decades later.
She told she was so and so.
I didn’t believe she was
Who she said she was.
I couldn’t see her the way
In which I had once seen.
Time is the cruelest monster.
14.07.2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beauty the outer one withers with age and the brunt they go through