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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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Tide of Hearts - Poem

 "Tide of Hearts"

Upon the shore where dreams exhale,
The sea hums soft a twilight tale,
Waves dressed in rose and silver lace,
Kiss the black sand’s tender face.

A heart of pink, in grains it glows,
Etched by hands the ocean knows,
It waits in still and blushing hue,
For tides to paint its love anew.

Three little hearts lie close in view,
Like whispers sealed in morning dew,
They hold the wish, the silent part,
Of those who write with waves and heart.

And as the water curls to land,
It doesn’t wash away the sand,
For love, once carved, will always stay,
Even if the tide drifts far away.




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