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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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Memories waves - Poem

Memories Waves

They come like waves,
soft at first—
a scent, a voice,
a flicker of light through leaves.

Then stronger—
rushing in with color and sound,
the laughter we left on shorelines,
the salt of words unsaid.

Each swell a story,
each ripple a whisper
of hands once held
and paths once walked in quiet joy.

Sometimes they crash—
fierce, aching,
pulling me under
into the depths of once-was.

But I learn to float—
to rise, not resist,
to ride the tide
of all that made me feel alive.

And when the waters calm,
I breathe again—
grateful
for every memory
that chose to return
like waves coming home. 


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