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)
Stuck between the second and third floor
Until we could take it no more
So we changed our plans
And luck would have it
The store we were to visit
Had been destroyed in seconds
By a bomber we didn’t see
And that’s how a stray kitten
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee