The family meets once or twice a year,
All together and all along.
Beautiful gathering! - they say.
Indeed and of course.
The long heard massive stories,
The lost wings,
The re-read phantoms,
Hopeful surprises,
Cousins' laughter is ever some but for a little moment.
The times we spent together are not met yet
And the people in deed walkout
The bonds to be created are to be broken, the families are in bond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem