My brain ferments
memories of you.
And I am getting drunk,
just thinking of you.
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.
lxi
My brain ferments
memories of you.
And I am getting drunk,
just thinking of you.
