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 cries about the things
She’s yet to obtain
But she forgets the things
Her life contains
Possessions left untouched
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee