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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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Your name whispers in the wind - Poem

Your Name Whispers in the Wind

Your name
whispers in the wind—
not loud,
not bold,
but soft like memory's breath
against the edge of longing.

It moves through the branches
of trees we never touched together,
slips across oceans
you never sailed beside me,
but still—
I hear you.

Like a secret only my soul remembers,
your syllables dance
in dusk-light and drifting leaves,
ghosting through the quiet
just before sleep.

I do not call you anymore—
yet the wind does.
Every gust a pulse
of something unfinished,
something sacred,
as if the earth itself
still believes
in what we lost.

And when the world falls silent,
I close my eyes—
and there it is again,
your name,
whispering,
as if you never really left.

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