I hope to find you again.
If not in this life,
maybe in the next.
Cause water always finds
its way back to the sea.
And we are an ocean.
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.
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I hope to find you again.
If not in this life,
maybe in the next.
Cause water always finds
its way back to the sea.
And we are an ocean.
