When you're tired,
overthrown by
howling possessed
winds,
I'll harbor you.
I'll rain the remains
of your decomposing soul,
eaten by grubs and bugs.
My hands will be
your branches,
and I'll
overgrown you
until my skin is clad
by bark,
until our roots
interwined
in somber darkness.
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.
