Free Verse
IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS.
In the quiet hours of night, when the world slips into slumber, I find myself wandering through the garden of dreams. A place where reality melts away, and the impossible becomes real, Where the heart’s deepest desires take root and blossom, Unfurling their petals under the moon’s gentle gaze.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
"A DANCE OF FIREFLIES.
In the quiet twilight, when the day breathes its last sigh And night unfurls her velvet cloak The air hums with anticipation A silence, heavy and expectant As if the world holds its breath Waiting for the first flicker Of the night's tiny dancers
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
