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
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.
lxiii
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.
