Johnpaul Okwudili
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A Tale of Two Stars.
In the vast expanse of the night sky, where darkness stretches infinitely, two stars were born, their lives intertwined by the cosmic dance of creation. They emerged from the same stellar nursery, born of the same cloud of gas and dust, kindred spirits in a boundless universe, twin flames flickering in the celestial sea.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Stardust and Silence
n the beginning, there was darkness, a vast, silent void, a canvas waiting for the brush of creation. Then, in a cosmic instant, the stars ignited, a symphony of light, a cascade of stardust painting the heavens, each particle a story, a promise, a possibility.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Last Autumn Leaf.
In the quiet of an autumn morning, when the air is crisp with the promise of winter, and the sun casts a golden hue upon the world, there is a leaf, clinging to the branch, its edges kissed by frost, its colors ablaze, a testament to the season's fleeting beauty.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Melodies.
In the quiet corners of the world, where shadows linger and light dances softly, there exists a symphony of forgotten melodies, songs that once filled the air with life, now silenced by the passage of time. They linger in the dust of ancient halls, echoing faintly in the recesses of memory, waiting to be rediscovered, to be sung once more.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten Realm
In the hush of twilight, where shadows dance on the edge of time, there lies a realm, forgotten and unseen. Beyond the veil of memory, it whispers secrets to those who dare listen, its echoes of a time long past linger in the stillness of the air.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
A Dance with Time.
In the heart of the cosmos, where stars waltz in the velvet expanse, there is a dance, eternal and elusive, a dance with time, unseen yet felt. It begins in the whisper of dawn, when the first light kisses the horizon, and the world stirs from its slumber, ready to embrace the symphony of existence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
HERITAGE OF THE HIGHLANDS.
In the mist-covered highlands, where mountains Stand like ancient sentinels, and the air Is crisp with the scent of heather and pine, I hear the echoes of a heritage, A tapestry woven with threads of history, Of tradition, of lives lived in rhythm With the land, with the sky, with the spirits Of the ancestors who walked these paths, Who breathed this air, whose whispers Still linger in the valleys, in the glens.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WINTER'S EMBRACE.
In the quiet of the winter’s breath, Where the world is hushed beneath a blanket of snow, I feel the touch of memory, A whisper of love once vibrant, now A ghostly echo in the frosty air. The trees stand bare, their branches reaching Like skeletal fingers toward a sky Heavy with the promise of more snow, Each flake a silent witness to the passage of time, To the dance of love and loss.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
RHYTHMS OF THE ANCESTORS.
In the land where the sun kisses the earth, Where the skies stretch vast and blue, And the heartbeat of the land is a rhythm Echoing through time, through space, I hear the whispers of the ancestors, Their voices a symphony of wisdom, Of strength, of life lived in harmony With the earth, with the sky, with the spirit Of the land that cradles us, that holds us In its tender, timeless embrace.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
THE DANCE OF TWO SOULS.
In the quiet hush of dawn, Where light whispers secrets to the earth, I find you, a presence as gentle As the morning breeze, as vital As the first breath of day. In this sacred space, where time Seems to pause, our souls meet And begin their dance, a choreography Of hearts, a ballet of two becoming one.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
