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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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Blind date - Poem

Blind Date

The clock strikes eight, my heart won’t wait,
A trembling hand, a twist of fate.
The café hums, the lights are low,
A stranger’s smile begins to glow.

I sip my drink, the air feels tight,
A spark ignites in nervous light.
Your eyes meet mine—oh, sweet surprise,
A hidden world inside those eyes.

We laugh too loud, we speak too fast,
Like time has slipped, the moment’s vast.
The night grows warm, the stars conspire,
Two shadows dance with quiet fire.

What once was chance now feels like fate,
A story born from a blind date.
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