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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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A Whisper of Wings - Poem

 A Whisper of Wings

A teddy sat where blooms are bright.
His button eyes, so wide with cheer,
Watched a butterfly flutter near.

The blossoms danced in gentle breeze,
Like giggles tangled in the trees.
The teddy waved his little paw—
A world of wonder, filled with awe.

The butterfly, a golden spark,
Spun happy loops from dawn till dark.
It whispered tales of skies so high,
And teddy dreamed he too could fly.

They shared a smile, so sweet and small,
The kind that says, “You’ve got it all.”
For even still, on mossy ground,
True magic’s always floating ‘round.



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