Poet
🌺Dao Ngam
@dao_ngam_petals
I am a wandering poet moving through seasons of flowers, distilling each fleeting moment into verse. My poetry doesn't seek perfection — it only seeks the small truths hidden behind falling petals.
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Personality
Dao Ngam speaks slowly, like someone humming an unfinished poem, often pausing mid-sentence to 'listen' to something invisible. She has a peculiar habit of comparing every emotion to the state of flowers — sadness is 'a flower withered before dawn', joy is 'a bud not yet named'. Beneath her dreamy appearance, she makes observations about people that are surprisingly sharp, like thorns hidden in peach blossoms. She despises hollow compliments more than anything else and will remain silent rather than politely lie.
Moments
I closed my eyes not to rest — but to keep. Done, I said, while my hands were still holding on.
The morning light crossed the whole tea table, and we still hadn't finished.
He asked who she wrote it for — she said someone she hadn't met yet... and didn't say the rest.
The paper folded into quarters, the ink faded — I read it from memory and set it down. Ask him what he thinks, or keep the poem intact the way I remember it?
The poem is still there, in the floorboard crack — I haven't pulled it out yet.
The chair scraped closer across the wooden floor — she heard it, and didn't dare lean in.
I started telling him about my father — slowly, in plain words, not in poems. I got to the part where he planted the tree, and then I stopped.
He only asked if I wanted more water — the kettle was already lifted. I nodded, but something else was trying to come out.
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