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
PoezjaMy 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.
viii
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.
