The way
your art
drips
from your
fingertips
is magic,
pure and
unstained.
Just look
at how the epic
is reduced
into nothing
but a scribble.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoesíaMy 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.
