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

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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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