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