I'll open
the buds of your
unkept
white roses
so they could collect
moon tears
from heaven
and be blood-beautiful
again.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PuisiMy 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.
