The Transformation| Short Poem

I WAS HERE

You scream

As their faces wrinkle with shock

I WAS

A dust in the air

A fly on the wall

A beautiful scent

A flower that grew tall

I was here through it all

And I have never left

Nor will I ever go

I am here body and soul

For we can never die

We merely transform

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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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