She wandered
further
from the cosmic shore
like she was
seven seconds
to Pluto.
Still I send the probes,
and even in distance,
she is my home.
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.
