Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

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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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