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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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Strangers' Serenade - POEM

Strangers’ Serenade

We sat beneath a sky that knew neither of our names,
the wind carrying words we hadn’t spoken yet.
Two silhouettes etched in silence,
hearts humming stories the mouth dared not tell.

Your eyes, unfamiliar oceans—
still, I swam without fear.
And mine, a mirror you never asked to see,
yet you looked anyway.

There was music in the moment
not from lips, not from strings,
but from the fragile breath between glances
and the ache of almost touching.

We didn’t promise
didn’t plan
didn’t stay.

But for a heartbeat,
we were a song
that didn’t need to be remembered
to be real.

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