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)
The ant circled my empty plate, hopeful
He moved with purpose
Can see the desert he is yet to discover
I wondered how I looked to God
Or a being much bigger than myself
Then I washed the ant away
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee