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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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That Thread that connect us - Poem

That Thread That Connects Us

A thread unseen, yet always near,
It hums between each heart we steer,
Through time and silence, joy and pain,
It binds our souls — again, again.

No miles can cut, no words divide,
That silver glow we feel inside,
It stretches far through dusk and dawn,
Still soft, still strong — forever drawn.

It trembles when we think or dream,
It glistens in each whispered gleam,
A bond of stars, both frail and true,
The thread that leads me back — to you.

So even when the world grows cold,
And stories fade, and hearts grow old,
That thread remains — pure, infinite trust,
The love that connects you and us. 🌙💫

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