Deou Malabao

Morsels❤❤❤

Along the edge of dusty roads, notice how wildflowers bloom --- no certainty of rain, no hands of a caring owner. Yet survival exists. Have you ever wondered why? Life may oftentimes lead me off track, but for a wildflower, there's always a way back. Deceive not by my infirmities, underestimate not my capabilities. Beware. Because I, too, have my bristles. 

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If by any chance there would be another me in another time, in another place, I would be a poet living in a hermitage, doing the things I love the most --- putting into words the thoughts I don't have the valor to express in my present self, in my present time, in my present space.  These humble pieces of works are manifestations of how strong and magnificent words are when combined into emotions and topped with the magical cycle of life's battles.

I wish I were...


A WRITER:)