nostalgia
i
air that gets inside your room
even if the door and the windows
are closed
ii
the light of the candle
even if it had been
put off a long time
ago
iii
the sound of the mosquito
that still breaks your ear
after it bit your cheek
iv
still too many
buds on the tree which
you thought
died
because of the long drought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem