She creates waves
with the words
she writes.
And she could
fanthom
the intensity
of all the tsunamis
that are
rapped inside.
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.
