across the globe – part i

he traversed to a land far away from his own.
leaving behind, the antique walls that once absorbed, each cackle and each whisper of woe.

the narrow bridges, he crossed to get a glimpse of the graceful dance on the horizon.

the boughs, he climbed and inhaled a few drops of hope and many sips of faith.

everything is history.

Jaserah Syed

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