Like a stream
let her waters flow
in an adventure
she always wanderlusts.
All you need
to do is to wait and hope
for that right moment—
she'll come in rain.
YOU ARE READING
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.
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Like a stream
let her waters flow
in an adventure
she always wanderlusts.
All you need
to do is to wait and hope
for that right moment—
she'll come in rain.
