It doesn't matter
if you're a rose or a wildflower.
In your presence
I am, but a gardener.
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.
liii
It doesn't matter
if you're a rose or a wildflower.
In your presence
I am, but a gardener.
