Lightening

On top of the world

We stood

Or so we thought

On the dorm’s rooftops

We slept

Explosions lit the sky

No thunder to fear

Just man’s lightening growing near

In time to get a shuteye

[That’s my Baghdad in 2007]

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strangerpaths

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

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