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)
Visions
The creature crawled out of her book
And the painting stepped out of the frame
She knew that her imagination grew strong
But this time it did not feel the same
As if a veil has been lifted
She can finally see the creatures around
And with her non-human vision
She knew there’s much more to be found
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
