Skip to main content

Featured

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.
Post a Comment
Read more

Autumn Memory - Poem

Autumn Memory

The leaves were flames upon the ground,
A golden hush, no harsher sound,
The air was crisp, yet sweet with light,
A fleeting dream before the night.

Chestnuts whispered in our hands,
We built small worlds from twigs and sands,
The laughter echoed through the air,
A time so pure, beyond compare.

The sky wore amber, soft and wide,
With fading warmth it tried to hide,
That soon the winds would call the frost,
Reminding hearts of moments lost.

Yet in my soul that spark remains,
A song of joy through fleeting pains,
Each autumn leaf still speaks to me,
Of childhood’s endless melody.
Email Post

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular Posts