I searched
for tongues
of barons and poets,
yet no language
is beautiful enough
to describe you
to the wild flowers.
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.
xlv
I searched
for tongues
of barons and poets,
yet no language
is beautiful enough
to describe you
to the wild flowers.
