Johnpaul Okwudili
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FRAGMENTS OF FAREWELL.
In the quiet dusk of the evening, as the sun dips below the horizon and shadows stretch long across the land, I sit alone with my thoughts, a thousand memories swirling like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. The air is thick with the weight of unsaid words, with the echo of goodbyes that linger in the corners of my mind, fragments of farewell that haunt the spaces you once filled.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
GRAINS OF THANKFULNESS.
In the stillness of the early morning, before the world awakens to the hum of life, I sit in quiet contemplation, a cup of warm tea cradled in my hands. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon, spilling golden light across the land, and in this tranquil moment, I feel a stirring within, a gentle whisper of gratitude.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
SHADOWS OF ISOLATION.
In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world retreats into the sanctuary of sleep, I find myself alone, adrift in a sea of quiet desolation. The moon, a solitary sentinel in the sky, casts its pale light upon my face, illuminating the shadows that dance within the corners of my mind.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
ART OF LETTING GO.
In the quiet morning light, when the world is wrapped in a blanket of stillness, I sit by the window, watching as the sun begins its slow dance across the sky, its rays piercing through the remnants of the night, a silent reminder of the relentless march of time.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
