You are my home moon, and my wandering stars too.
You are my butterfly storm, and also my refuge.
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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You are my home moon, and my wandering stars too.
You are my butterfly storm, and also my refuge.
