I found her
here in the rose garden
with rosebuds stuffed
in her eyes,
in her heart,
in her mouth,
as she tried to diguise
herself as a bush.
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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I found her
here in the rose garden
with rosebuds stuffed
in her eyes,
in her heart,
in her mouth,
as she tried to diguise
herself as a bush.
