And though
this lyre lost a string,
these ballads
will ballet
around your head
around your heart
like poem
that will wander,
that will reach
you, my wood nymph
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.
