for as long as twigs grow buds
and buds turn to leaves and flowers
for as long as light leaks out between
the slats of bamboo on our walls
i shall continue writing
like the way i breathe like the way i
keep in touch with every journey that
every cell of my blood takes
back to my heart
settling back to mind
what i keep
reminiscing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem