You can open me slowly
like it is the first time
I am blooming
in someone's hands.
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.
xlii
You can open me slowly
like it is the first time
I am blooming
in someone's hands.
