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)
Missing Wings
She found it odd
That she could not fly
They told her she couldn’t
But she didn’t understand why
So she jumped from the highest building she could find
She knew that her wings would never leave her behind
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
