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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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Your Name in the Wind - POEM


 Your Name in the Wind


I speak your name

and the wind carries it

like a secret the earth wants to remember.


It dances between the leaves,

threads through sunlit branches,

spins with joy across open fields.


There is no sorrow in the sound,

only light—

only the warmth of presence

that lingers even when you're far.


Your name becomes part of the day,

a breeze brushing my cheek,

a quiet reminder

that love moves freely,

and always finds its way back.


You are everywhere the wind goes—

and that means

you are always near.

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