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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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Footsteps on the Shores - Poem

Footsteps on the Shores

The sea remembers every name,
Each whisper carved in sand and flame,
The tide returns, erasing more,
Yet hearts still walk those silent shores.

The moonlight weaves a silver thread,
Between the living and the dead,
And every wave that softly pours,
Echoes our dreams on distant shores.

We come, we go, like morning rain,
Washed clean of joy, of love, of pain,
But still our souls, forevermore,
Leave footsteps shining on the shore.

And when the stars forget to gleam,
The sea will hum our final dream,
For nothing lost is ever poor—
We live through time, upon the shore.
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