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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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You come to me in the light breeze - POEM

 You come to me in the light breeze,

not with words,
but the hush between leaves.

I do not look for you—
yet you arrive,
in the sway of curtains,
in the shifting of shadows
on the kitchen floor.

The world continues,
its hum and clatter,
but there—
in the smallest hush—
you linger.

Not as memory,
not as dream,
but as presence
too soft for naming.

And so I wait,
not waiting,
but still.



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