I am a Poetry and content writer.
In a village lost to time’s cruel hand, Stood an old, forsaken house on cursed land. The wind would howl, the windows creak,
By Wazi Uddinabout a year ago in Fiction
From the quiet depths of night, Where shadows stretch and bind, A spark ignites, a flicker bright, In the corners of my mind.
By Wazi Uddinabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of the morning, where the dawn whispers its light, I find a space that is just mine, untouched by the night. It’s a place where thoughts can wander, unburdened and free,
By Wazi Uddinabout a year ago in Motivation
