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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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Staring at the Sun - Poem

Staring at the Sun

I stood still, staring at the sun,
not to challenge its fire,
but to feel something real—
something that burned.

It blinded me gently,
not with pain,
but with memory—
of golden days I couldn't hold,
of warmth I thought I'd lost.

I wondered how it keeps shining,
so far, so alone,
never asking for applause,
only rising, always rising.

Maybe that's how love is—
not loud, not demanding,
just constant,
and willing to be seen
even when it hurts.

And so I stared,
not to chase it,
but to remind myself—
some lights are worth the ache.


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