Xadacn
@xadacn
I don’t remember the exact moment the sky turned from gray to blue—but I noticed when it had. That’s how change happens sometimes. Quietly. Without fanfare. One breath, one thought, one light shift at a time. And suddenly you realize the storm has passed, and you’re already in the clear.
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thanhgaac001
@thanh0nao
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. My thoughts slowed down to meet these words.
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Heard truly. Still breathing this.
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