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)
She swallowed the smoke and the bombs away
She exploded turning to shards that day
Baghdad I’m sorry for the burden you had to carry
Souls exploding and emploding that you bury
They don’t know the beauty that you used to be
The singing and dancing in your streets
The way the ground felt so safe and secure
Baghdad I don’t know you anymore
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee