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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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Afternoon heart rush - Poem


Afternoon heart rush - POEM

An afternoon heart rush on a city street,
The sky blushed rose, the summer heat.
Traffic hums—a rhythm, steady and lush,
Soft whispers of love in the afternoon hush.

In that rush, your smile is a spark so bright,
Turning the mundane into pure delight.
While the world keeps spinning in its daily clutch,
We find our own stillness, an afternoon heart rush.

Moments gather like petals in a gust,
Where time slows down and feels like trust.
When the days grow long and life seems too much,
Hold on to our afternoon heart rush.



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