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)
I stopped, once
To smell the roses
The bees protested my presence
So I learned to admire the bees
And the work they do
There’s magic beyond the colors that you see
There’s even magic in the black and yellow bee!
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