I'll open
the buds of your
unkept
white roses
so they could collect
moon tears
from heaven
and be blood-beautiful
again.
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.
xii
I'll open
the buds of your
unkept
white roses
so they could collect
moon tears
from heaven
and be blood-beautiful
again.
