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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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Yesterday's flowers - Poem

Yesterday’s Flowers

Yesterday’s flowers softly died,
their petals whispered, “time will hide.”
Yet in their scent, so faint, so deep,
the memory vowed it would not sleep.

They bloomed for love, for one brief day,
then wilted gently, drifted away.
But every tear the morning knows,
was born from where their beauty grows.

Their stems may bow, their colors fade,
but not the dreams their presence made.
For in each fall, each tender part,
they root again inside the heart.

So let them rest, those blooms once bright,
they’ve turned to stars in velvet night.
Yesterday’s flowers, though they depart,
still blossom forever—in the heart. 🌹✨
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