Be the rocks in my path,
scarring, flesh-tearing,
and I'll be the water,
the fluid honey,
and I will flow through.
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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Be the rocks in my path,
scarring, flesh-tearing,
and I'll be the water,
the fluid honey,
and I will flow through.
