Inside the Silent World: Voices of Autism
developmental disorder
In a world that speaks in endless streams
I find my thoughts in quiet dreams
A gaze that lingers, hands that speak
In ways the ordinary cannot seek
Colors brighter, sounds more keen
A mind that wanders, yet unseen
Connections bloom in subtle ways
In silent nights and hidden days
The world may rush, but I may stay
Finding beauty in my own way
A heart that feels beyond the norm
In calm, in chaos, I transform
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