The Untold

Her name was difficult

From a land he’s never seen

And her face was delicate

Unlike anything on T.V. screens

But her story was not a movie

It’s one that have never been told

And she keeps quiet

Hoping the story will get old

And no other will be created

With such cruelty and pain

Still he wonders how to pronounce her name

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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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