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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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Morning Coffee - POEM

 
Morning Coffee


Steam curls like whispers from the cup,
a quiet spell in the hush of dawn.
The world still sleeps,
but this — this is where the day begins.

Bitterness softened by warmth,
like life itself,
cradled between tired hands
and the first flicker of hope.

Outside, the sun stretches slow limbs,
inside, I sip stories,
memories steeped in silence,
dreams stirred with every swallow.

Not just coffee —
but courage in a cup,
a reason to rise,
and face the day again.

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