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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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Where the River ends - Poem

Where the River Ends
by Izabella / Ourin

Where the river ends,
there are no signs—
no stones to mark the hush,
no voices in the reeds
to echo what once was.
It simply fades,
a silver thread
unspooling into the sea,
as if it always knew
it was not meant to stay.
Here, the sky bends lower,
tasting salt,
watching driftwood dream
of mountains it once passed
with pride and speed.
The water, now slow,
cradles secrets—
whispers of footsteps
that danced on its banks,
laughter swept away
by time’s tender tide.
And maybe,
where the river ends,
beginnings wait,
dressed as waves
with arms open wide,
saying:
"Come home. Drift now. Rest."


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