Where My Roots Disappear

Here lies a dream

In papers drowned by ink

Things,  even if you steel, you can never take away from me

Land I forget,  before I remember

Places where I used to belong

Earth that smelled much like I

There I lay

And awake I see

There can be another me

Immigrant in this earth but free

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(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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