the chamomile wounded
by the human hand that
forced chamomile out of
safe haven for sheer
entertainment of the brain
tempting to rip the petals
that feel like silky roads
for fun and never stopping
to think how did the flower
feel; did they make it die.
-taken
BINABASA MO ANG
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
