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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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Happy - Poem

 Happy

Happy is a sunbeam dancing on your skin,
a laugh that bursts out before you even know why.
It’s the breeze through open windows,
the scent of something baking,
and the quiet joy of being exactly where you are.

Happy is not always loud—
sometimes it's the hush after a storm,
a warm drink in your hand,
or the way someone says your name like it matters.

It’s the music in your chest
when everything feels light,
a moment held in soft hands,
where nothing hurts, and all is bright.

Happy doesn’t need a reason.
It just arrives,
like sunlight on water—
brief, shimmering, and beautifully alive.



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