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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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Is This The End - Poem

Is This the End?

The stars once whispered gentle tunes,
Now silence drowns their silver cries,
The moon looks down with tearful runes,
And shadows bloom where daylight dies.

The winds forget their lover’s song,
The sea withdraws her restless hand,
The heart still beats—but not for long,
It trembles, lost, in sinking sand.

Yet in the dust a spark remains,
A breath that dares the dark to bend,
For love, though bound by mortal chains,
Still asks, through pain—is this the end?
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