There is a graveyard thence
With benches placed all over
Where people come a-steady
To ponder life and death
There is a certain bench
Apart from every other
Where I sit when poetry
Takes clean away my breath.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is a graveyard thence
With benches placed all over
Where people come a-steady
To ponder life and death
There is a certain bench
Apart from every other
Where I sit when poetry
Takes clean away my breath.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
💓this! 😊
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Thank you..
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You’re welcome 😊
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How atmospheric – love the photo, love the poem, love the concept, makes the thought of writing poetry take on another whole new spiritual dimension (and you already write beautifully on all things spiritual)…lovely. 🙂
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Thank you, Helen. You are two things: very perceptive and very generous…
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I like to go to the cemetery where my dad is. It’s a 10 minute walk from my house. It is quiet and peaceful and I think well there.
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Very deep.
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