They led me behind a broken barn

They showed me all the things they have done

Creatures that looked like smoke

They appeared and disappeared as they spoke

The river branch was their highway

The trees, their home

The Forrest under the mushrooms was their own

How did I come to such a world… I do not know

Between magical creature that dance and glow

A World inside of my world that I have never seen

This taught me that things are never what they seem


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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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