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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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The Last Dance - POEM

  The Last Dance 

The room was quiet, shadows long,
But in my heart still played our song.
A haunting waltz, so slow, so sweet,
With ghosts of love beneath my feet.

You took my hand in dream-like grace,
As stardust softened time and space.
The world stood still — just you and I,
Beneath the hush of silver sky.

No need for words, no need for light,
Your eyes outshone the velvet night.
Each step we took, a soft goodbye,
A whispered tear, a silent cry.

I knew the dawn would break the spell,
And leave me dancing by myself.
But in that moment — pure, immense,
We shared one soul, one last pretense.

Now years may pass, and time advance,
But still I sway in our last dance.
And in the hush of moonlit air,
I feel your heartbeat… almost there.



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