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)
He asked for forgiveness
For crimes he’s yet to commit
For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
He asked for the truth to be hid from children
For the story to be so grand
And they changed his name to Adam
And they clouded the truth behind the man
But he told me once– In a dream I did not have
“The man was an angel that hid his wings”– and then he laughed
“Under the apple tree.” He pointed with smile so great
“…The truth of the man was misspoken.”
And what a false image did they paint
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee