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)
Am I so strange that I tend to see
Things that can not be
An inspiring lost shoe
Turned into poetry
Who did it belong to
And how can its pair
Be made functional with this one laying here
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee