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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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The Ring and the Rose - Pome

The Ring and the Rose 🌹💍

In a garden kissed by morning’s gleam,
Lay a rose, soft as a dream.
Beside her, resting in the dew,
A golden ring of love so true.

He whispered, “Stay, my gentle bloom,
Through joy, through dusk, through every gloom.”
She smiled, her petals blushed with grace,
And time stood still in their embrace.

The ring shone bright with endless vow,
No storm could break what bloomed somehow.
For love, when pure, will always grow—
Like the ring and the rose, in eternal glow.

Their souls entwined, both calm and free,
Two hearts made one by destiny.
And even when the seasons close,
Still shines their bond—
the ring and the rose. 🌸


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