the plague continues
we are not certain when
it will leave, as we
keep on listening, and
counting, the dead and
the sick, the panic of
the people.
if we continue writing,
we are giving you the
assurance that we are
still alive.
if you do not hear from
us anymore, we somehow
must tell you that we have
transferred already to
another place where our
vibrations no longer jibe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem