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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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Where Sunflower Sleep - Poem

 Where Sunflowers Sleep

Where sunflowers sleep, in the hush of night,
Their golden heads bow from fading light.
No longer chasing the amber flame,
They rest in silence, without a name.

The wind steps soft on dusky ground,
A lullaby woven without a sound.
Petals close like folded hands,
Dreaming in fields of quiet lands.

The stars lean low to kiss their crowns,
Moonlight stitching silver gowns.
No need to turn, no need to seek—
They’ve found their peace, gentle and meek.

Here in the dark, they do not weep,
But hold the sun in roots so deep.
For even shadows know to keep
The secrets told where sunflowers sleep




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