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)
The vines gave way
As if they were welcoming me
And the trees danced with glee
The vibrations of the ground synchronized with my own
And I knew then
I was finally home
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee