Written by Jacob Ibrag
She walked a hundred miles
only to realize that life is all but
a strut. Noticing a lone cloud in
the charcoal sky, she stopped and
slowly laid on the earth. ‘Who
did you run away from? Which
bridges have you burned?’
Written by Jacob Ibrag
She walked a hundred miles
only to realize that life is all but
a strut. Noticing a lone cloud in
the charcoal sky, she stopped and
slowly laid on the earth. ‘Who
did you run away from? Which
bridges have you burned?’


very delicately written, bravo
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Thank you 🙂
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Thoughtful, though sad, pic reflects the melancholy.
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Thanks Mukul
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welcome
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Please review i too..
I loved your blog.
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Thank you 🙂
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Life is all but a strut. … superb
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Thank you 🙂
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♡ you are very welcome ♡
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😀
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Very thoughtful. Bridges we may have burnt unknowingly, never realizing when we were running away from them.
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Thank you 🙂
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Refined thought..
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I adore the line ‘only to realise that life is all but a strut’. It left such a beautiful image.
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Thanks Carol 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
Would you, by an chance, be interested in guest posting in a poetry based, celebration thing I’m doing.
From the 11th to the 30th April I’m putting up guest posts by poets about how they got into poetry, what it means to them and who inspires them.
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