Johnpaul Okwudili
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Empty Pockets,Heavy Hearts.
In the early hours, before the sun rises, the world is quiet, still, a blanket of darkness that feels endless, oppressive. This is where it begins, in the shadows where dreams are fragile, fleeting, like the mist that clings to the cold, hard ground.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
MOONLIT RENDEZVOUS.
Under the silver cloak of the moon, we meet in the stillness of the night, a sacred time where our hearts speak in whispers and sighs, in touches and glances. The world slumbers, but we are alive, our souls ignited by the soft, ethereal light that dances on our skin, illuminating the path to each other, drawing us closer.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
STARLIT SERENADE.
Beneath the velvet curtain of night, where stars gleam like diamonds scattered upon an indigo canvas, we find ourselves intertwined in the quiet symphony of the universe. Each star a note in the celestial score, we dance to the rhythm of the cosmos, two souls harmonizing in the melody of our shared existence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
ETERNAL EMBRACE.
In the quiet of a summer evening, where the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, we find ourselves standing at the edge of the world. The gentle breeze carries with it the scent of jasmine and freshly cut grass, a delicate reminder of the beauty that surrounds us. Hand in hand, we watch as the stars begin to emerge one by one, twinkling like distant lanterns in the night sky.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
LOVE'S TIMELESS DANCE.
In the quiet moments when dawn kisses night, I feel the rhythm of our love, a timeless waltz that has danced through centuries, lifetimes, moments etched in the fabric of the universe. Our love, an eternal flame, burns brightly in the heart of infinity, a beacon that guides us through the ages, through the cycles of life and death, through the vast expanse of time and space.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
HEARTBEAT SYMPHONY.
In the quiet dawn of love's beginning, there is a garden, a sanctuary where affection blooms, where every tender touch, every gentle word, plants a seed in the fertile soil of the heart. Here, in this sacred space, emotions grow, nurtured by the light of smiles, watered by the tears of joy and sorrow.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERS OF THE WIND.
The wind begins as a whisper, a gentle caress that stirs the leaves, a breath that carries stories, songs of the earth, tales of time. It moves through the world unseen, yet felt in every rustle, every sigh, a presence that speaks of connection, of the unseen threads that bind us all.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
AFFECTION'S GARDEN.
In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I hear it—the symphony of our love, a heartbeat rhythm that plays a melody of connection, of affection, a composition written by the very essence of us. Each beat, each pulse, a note in the grand opus, a testament to the harmony we create together.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
TENDER TOUCHES.
In the quiet moments, in the spaces between words, there lies a world of tender touches, a tapestry of emotions woven with care, each thread a story, a feeling, a whisper of the heart. These touches speak volumes, a language without words, a silent communication of the soul, a dance of connection, of intimacy, of love.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
