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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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Hurricane of emotions - Poem

Hurricane of Emotions

A hush before the breaking sky,
then silence shattered by a cry—
not from lips, but from the soul,
where quiet once had made it whole.

Winds begin with whispered doubt,
a breeze of fear that spirals out,
memories spin like scattered leaves,
truth and lies in tangled weaves.

Love crashes like a rising tide,
then pulls away what once could hide.
Anger strikes in thunder’s name,
regret ignites a helpless flame.

Tears fall soft, then sharp like rain,
each drop a burst of hidden pain.
Hope flickers in the lightning’s flash,
then vanishes in thunder’s crash.

Inside this storm, no solid ground—
just heartbeats lost in swirling sound.
But in the eye, where stillness breathes,
a fragile calm drapes shattered dreams.

There, beneath the storm’s disguise,
a soul rebuilds what breaks, then flies—
for even wreckage learns to rise
beneath a wilder, wiser sky.


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