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)
She paints her mirror colors she wishes to see
The reflection finally shows where she wants to be
If you look through her glasses, you’ll understand
That your world is much too bland
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee