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MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS
“Dear Diary,
Hundreds of pages by classical writers—Turgenev, Zola, Dumas, Tolstoy, Bradbury, and countless others—have offered me wisdom, yet no clear decisions. Thousands of experiences weigh on me, yet the answers remain veiled. I need to meditate, to let my mind find its quiet. For in the stillness, the mind whispers its loudest truths. Sometimes, silence is the only answer.”
Thoughts creaked beneath the shadowed glow,
A frozen tear began to flow.
The cricket’s tune, both sharp and frail,
Wove threads of sorrow through the veil.
The weary sky, a solemn shroud,
Held secrets whispered soft, yet loud.
Destiny lingered in quiet guise,
In midnight’s hush, where silence lies.
A tempest churned within the soul,
Its surging tide beyond control.
It swept through memories, love, and pain,
And left behind its quiet stain.
The moon, a sentinel of dreams,
Hung low to catch the heart’s extremes.
Its light, though faint, revealed the way,
Through tangled thoughts and fleeting day.
For in the night, when all seems still,
The mind resounds, its voice will fill
The empty spaces we once fled,
And truths arise where silence led.