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)
How did the sculptor know
There’s a woman hidden in the stone
There’s a life, yet to be born
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee