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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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Water drops

Water Drops

Water drops learn love from falling slow,
From sky to skin, from high to low,
Each tiny kiss on waiting ground
Is proof that hearts are always found.

They meet at last, then intertwine,
A thousand souls in one soft line,
No drop alone, no tear apart,
They merge like lovers, heart to heart.

On glass, on leaves, on trembling hands,
They trace the truth no word commands,
That love, like rain, is meant to fall
And lose itself to gain it all.
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