a poem
you composed in Baguio City,
i contemplated at the
Lady of Lourdes,
as i read it again and again
was much like of
buildings leaning upon another
on the side of a cliff
if i touch one word
we both shall fall like a domino
unto another domino
and here is such a artful
fall,
no one notices that it is
our disaster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem