Hope

You found a pothole

A place to start the crack

And the dream was born

Between the dark and dark

The whole was broken

And now you manifest

A dream unspoken

A place you can rest

Your head

For just

Today

My friend you survive

This way

And the best is yet to come

There’s no end to your dreams

There’s none

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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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