Moments| Short Poem

How can the end just begin

When I was just promised a tomorrow

That day that never comes

I spend my nights begging to borrow

Another minute or two

With people much like you

People who care

About little moments like these

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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