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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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Within the Bubble of Light - Poem

"Within the Bubble of Light" ☁️🌼🫧

She floats in silence, wrapped in glow,
Where sunsets breathe and wildflowers grow.
A bubble holds her weightless grace,
Between the sky and earth’s embrace.

No chains, no noise, no need to flee,
Just her and light and liberty.
The wind below, the stars above,
Cradle her soul in tender love.

The world may shout, the days may race,
But here she’s found a sacred place.
A field of dreams, a sky of flame,
Where nothing hurts, and none blame.

She doesn’t speak, she simply feels,
And in that quiet, gently heals.
For sometimes peace is not a sound,
But floating softly off the ground.

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