THE JOY OF REUNION

t was a windy day,
but still the sun leapt out of the sky.
As we headed forward for our flight,
tears crept out of eyes.
It blurred my vision and caused a sour pain,
Because I couldn't get the last glimpse of my place.
But now I'm going back,
to regain my old colors that I lack.
The thought of meeting friends again,
brings chills down my spine,
The joy of reunion would get better by time,
like as wine.