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