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)
They were barefooted
Running after the tanks
Men dressed the color of desert
Staring at the foreigner’s hands
When they believed what the soldiers had to say
Freedom I long to know
Freedom they told me so
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee