Written by Jacob Ibrag
The corners are where our secrets
live. The diversity of its contents thick and rich.
Travelers from a far remove their shoes. They share
their whispers and paint the room. You can try and
find yourself in a place like this. You can try and
lose the parts that never made any sense.
Photo by Gage Walker
Will share this in same fashion I have others of yours. If you object, please let me know. π Cheers.
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No objections π
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Another great one!
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Thank you very much π
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Always welcome π
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Very thought-provoking, makes you question things in life…
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Thank you π
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Nice rhyme in the last two lines. I can ‘try’ to find myself in that room….but it’s not easy.
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Thank you Devin π
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Such a lovely opening line: The corners are where our secrets live.
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Thank you π
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I really like this!
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Thank you π
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A wonderful poem that bring about some vivid images. Thanks for posting this.
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Thank you Geri π
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