Funny how the bricks arrange
Making cozy yet strange
House for us to call home
Place where we don’t feel so alone
Here I rock you to sleep
Thanking the bricks that kept us safe
In this new place
Your first home
Where I became your mom

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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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