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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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Ascend - Poem

 "Ascend"

She stood on the edge of the waking world,
Where rooftops kissed the dusken sky,
And arched her back like breaking free—
A whisper, a question, a silent cry.

From her spine bloomed stars and smoke,
A shimmer spun from midnight dreams,
And out of her soul, a shape took flight—
Wings born from shattered seams.

A galaxy spilled from her aching chest,
Twisting into an eagle bold,
As if her pain had found its voice,
And rose in feathers streaked with gold.

No chains remained, no weight of earth,
Just spirit light and sky so wide.
She was not broken—she became the storm
That learned to fly from inside.

And somewhere near the crescent moon,
She vanished into the flame—
Not gone, but rising evermore,
Untethered, wild, and untamed.



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