We have met
long before
and the statdust that
you are made of
and the stardust
that became me
found each other
and made a promise.
We'll be together
again
one day.
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.
