Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Mystery
The opened window
The hasty wind
The strange creatures clinging to the trees
It was him
Floating from city to city
His chair remains empty
Waiting to be filled
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
