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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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Passing moments - Poem

Passing Moments

Like rivers slipping through my hands,
the hours whisper, soft and shy—
each one a dream that never stands,
a fleeting spark beneath the sky.

The morning laughs, the evening fades,
the dusk exhales its tender light,
and all the colors life has made
turn silver in the arms of night.

We chase the sun, we chase the rain,
we hold what cannot stay the same,
each heartbeat sings of joy and pain—
each moment burns, without a name.

And when the silence calls us home,
through memories’ soft, golden streams,
we’ll know we never walked alone—
our souls were carried by the dreams.

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