Morning Breeze

Smell of a morning breeze

Is all I need


To sweep me back

To my old place


Or so I called it

Is where fairies and elves


To keep me safe

To ward off evil

To get me to this morning breeze

To days like these

I think of thanking them

Those things that got me here

But they long have disappeared

I still find them

Hidden between autumn leaves

On a morning breeze



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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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