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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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Spring rain

Spring Rain

Spring rain falls in silver lines,
Soft as whispers between the pines,
It kisses earth with patient grace,
And leaves new life in every place.

Each drop awakens sleeping ground,
Where quiet hopes are gently found,
Where broken branches start again
Beneath the song of springtime rain.

It washes dust from weary skies,
And clears the tears from tired eyes,
Reminding hearts that after pain
New flowers grow from spring rain.

So let it fall, both soft and free,
A quiet promise meant to be—
For every storm that once remained
Will bloom again in spring rain.
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