She said, undress me,
so I took all of her words—
the dead and the lonely,
the fairy-tale and poetry.
And universe,
she was beautiful.
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.
