When the sun sets,
look for the first light.
You will find me,
finding you.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoetryMy wild flower I know you have thousands of thorns, but still I see your face in every petal and I love to plant you between the blank pages of my book. I'll keep you forever even you're not fragrant anymore.
lxxv
When the sun sets,
look for the first light.
You will find me,
finding you.
