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)
And your dreams turnout better than you’ve imagined
The things you feared turn grey
And the things you loved are planted
Suddenly you see
All you need is to dream and to let it be
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee