Flesh by flesh,
layer me with your scars,
every fiber of your color
is an imperfect line,
every flower in your poetry
is a grit under your grime.
Undress your hirsute wool
and dissolve your cloudy mind,
you're beautiful,
you're always beautiful.
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.
