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)
A scent that takes me back
Images that fade to black
Things I almost remember
Candles burning red
Ideas in my head
That make me wonder
Was it a dream I had
Or a book I read
Or childhood memories of December
I miss it all so much
My grandmother’s touch
Then I forget everything and I feel… better
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee