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Where is Home?

Wars forced us to leave many houses behind

So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind

I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name

I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane

My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated

Then I remember,

Home was never far behind

Home is a place here in my mind

Poetry writings

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee

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