I love a soul,
her very deep soul—
beautifully broken,
ancient, restless, wild,
eternally forged
in love, skin, and fire.
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.
lxxx
I love a soul,
her very deep soul—
beautifully broken,
ancient, restless, wild,
eternally forged
in love, skin, and fire.
