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Midnight confessions

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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When we meet again - POEM

When we meet again,
the years will fall away
like dust from old letters
kept too long in silence.

Your voice will stir
the parts of me I buried
beneath seasons of waiting,
beneath the ache of absence.

I will not ask where you’ve been—
your eyes will tell me,
full of roads and rain
and all the words we never said.

And in that fragile breath
between then and now,
I will know:
some goodbyes were only pauses.
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