For an instant,
she was made of light,
the sun burned
behind her eyes,
and all her bones
become
lucent and bright.
And like fire,
she chased away
the dark.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoesiaMy 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.
