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Kiara De La Cruz

Quiet Storm

Thoughts scattered like leaves

caught in the wind, shifting. 

Each one drifts, lost in a swirl,

yet there is no panic in the storm. 


I watch the pieces move, 

fragments of forgotten questions, 

fragments of futures still unfound. 

They flutter in different directions,

but the sky remains clear. 


My mind might be broken, 

but it hums in its own way, 

quietly at rest with chaos, 

content in the maze I built. 


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