I want to explore
your every unopened door,
your labyrinth corridors,
from the skeleton walls
to the black-hole hallways
and to your unkempt floors
until I locate
all of your unvisited
dimensions.
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.
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I want to explore
your every unopened door,
your labyrinth corridors,
from the skeleton walls
to the black-hole hallways
and to your unkempt floors
until I locate
all of your unvisited
dimensions.
