every time that i say your name
my wilting tongue, a leaf about to fall,
slowly regains its green freshness
maybe, not for long, it will slide
back to the branch of my throat
and fall back
to the blooming
petals of my heart
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Matag litok ko sa imong ngalan,
ang lawos kong dila, dahon
nga hapit na unta matagak,
inanayng nalunhaw pag-usab.
Hayan, dili madugay motidlom kini
balik sa sanga sa akong tutunlan
ug mopatighulog ngadto
sa mao pay pagbukhad
nga biyuos sa akong kasingkasing.
Vicente Bandillo
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I would like to translate this poem