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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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Fading hopes - Poem

Fading Hopes

In twilight’s sigh the dreams grow pale,
Like petals lost beyond the veil,
Their whispers drown in silent seas,
Where once they danced with summer’s breeze.

The stars look on but do not speak,
Their light too distant, cold, and weak,
And every wish I cast away
Falls shorter with each passing day.

The heart still beats, though slow, confined,
To echoes love has left behind,
And in its rhythm, faint and low,
Lie fading hopes that cease to glow.

Yet still I guard that fragile gleam,
A spark that trembles in the dream,
For even when all colors die—
Hope fades, but never says goodbye.

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