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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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Whiskers Of Love - POEM

Whiskers of Love

Curled in yarn of crimson hue,
A tiny kitten, soft and new,
With velvet paws and dreamy eyes,
As warm and deep as sunset skies.

She holds a heart so plush and red,
Close to her chest, where dreams are fed.
A symbol small, yet filled with grace,
That love is found in every place.

Her purrs are like a lullaby,
A gentle hum that drifts and flies.
They weave through air like falling snow,
A song of peace that all hearts know.

No need for words, no grand display,
She shows her love in her own way.
A little nuzzle, quiet cheer,
To softly say, “I’m always near.”

So if your day feels cold or blue,
Just think of her, she’s there for you.
With eyes like stars and cozy fur,
A tiny guardian, love’s whisperer.
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