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At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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The Wind Brings Me to You - POEM

The Wind Brings Me to You

The wind brings me to you—
not in body,
but in the weightless way a thought travels
without asking permission.

It moves through trees,
over rooftops,
carries the scent of something familiar—
maybe the way your skin felt
when the world was quiet.

I close my eyes,
and there you are,
not whole,
but real enough
to make my breath catch.

The wind doesn’t ask questions.
It just goes,
and I follow—
into memories,
into moments that never asked to be remembered,
but insist on being felt.

I want to believe
you feel it too—
a brush against your cheek,
a sudden stillness
in the middle of a noisy day.

That maybe,
for a second,
you stop—
and think of me
as I do of you.

Carried not by reason,
but by the wind,
which knows
only how to return
to what it loves.
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