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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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Like thunder storm

 "Like Thunder Storm”

You came like thunder storm in summer night,
a flash of silver tearing velvet light.
My heart was rain, you were the wildest wind,
two souls colliding — lost then intertwined.

Your voice like lightning through my quiet sky,
it burned sweet fire where my fears would lie.
We danced as clouds in passion’s roaring roar,
and every breath demanded longing more.

Then silence fell — as after storms they do,
wet streets still shine, yet missing skies of blue.
But in the scent of rain I feel your name,
like thunder echo, loud — yet just a flame.

Still when the nights turn heavy, dark and warm,
I hear your love return like thunder storm.
A flash of memory breaks through my skin,
and all that’s gone feels close — like it’s within.
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