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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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Sound of Your Footsteps - Poem

 Sound of Your Footsteps

I hear you long before I see—
a hush, a hush, then something more.
A rhythm brushing through the floor,
soft echoes folding into me.

Each step a whisper of the past,
a memory in quiet shoes,
where silence hums and hearts refuse
to let the moment go too fast.

The world grows still when you draw near,
as if the stars know when to wait—
your footsteps pause outside the gate,
and every sound becomes more clear.

I never knew how much I’d miss
a simple sound, a fading trace—
but even shadows hold your grace,
and footsteps echo like a kiss.



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