A Memory



Making a day out of that night

13 year old

I did not mind

Invade or liberate

That must be a freedom sound

Adults crying

Dad asking me to get inside

But I wanted to see it

I no longer wanted to hide

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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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