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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 hand in mine - Poem

Your Hand in Mine

Your hand in mine, the world feels still,
A quiet warmth, a gentle will.
The storm may rage, the night may fall,
But in your touch, I find it all.

Your hand in mine, no fear, no flight,
It anchors me through darkest night.
The path is long, yet love’s our guide,
With every step, you by my side.

Your hand in mine, so soft, so true,
It speaks of dreams I walk with you.
A silent vow, a sacred song,
Together, always—we belong.

Your hand in mine, the sweetest art,
Two souls entwined, one beating heart.
No greater gift could I define,
Than holding yours, and you holding mine.
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