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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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Kiss in the Rain - POEM

 Kiss in the Rain

The sky forgot its sorrow
and we forgot the world,
as droplets stitched the silence
and our fingers gently curled.

Your eyes held the thunder,
my breath caught the breeze,
and time stood still between us—
just water, skin, and knees.

No need for perfect weather,
no shelter, no refrain—
just the warmth of your mouth
and the wild, falling rain.

We didn’t speak of forever,
we didn’t ask for more,
but in that stolen moment
we found what hearts are for.

A kiss not meant for sunlight,
but made of storm and flame—
the kind you don't forget,
though you never speak its name.



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