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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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Quiet My Heart and My Soul - Poem

Quiet My Heart and My Soul

Quiet my heart,
where shadows gather like old songs,
and moonlight spills through the cracks
of forgotten prayers.

Quiet my soul,
in the hush between two breaths,
where memories tiptoe barefoot
across the ruins of dreams.

Touch me not with words,
but with silence draped in stars,
with the wind that remembers
the scent of lost yesterdays.

Let night fall gently—
not as an ending,
but a velvet promise
that even sorrow sleeps.

And in this stillness,
where the world forgets my name,
wrap me in wonder,
and whisper me whole.



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