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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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Where Roses Breathe in Light - POEM

Where Roses Breathe in Light

In a basket woven from softest sighs,
blush roses bloom beneath velvet skies.
Each petal a whisper, a silent vow,
to love in the hush of the here and now.

The heart-lights glow with a tender gleam,
like fireflies caught in a waking dream.
They dance through dusk on silken thread,
spilling warmth where sweet words are said.

Pillows cradle the evening’s grace,
as love writes stars on your sleeping face.
No need for diamonds, gold, or art—
your name alone lights up my heart.

And in this stillness, pure and deep,
where roses breathe and candles weep,
I lay my soul, soft and true,
in a bed of light… and thoughts of you.




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