Your mind is like a tree
with hundreds
of heart-shaped leaves
and I am there-
a little blue canary
that sits on your branches,
chanting your poetry,
wanting to know even the
slightest quiver of every leaf.
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.
