Fortunes

I craved it

The thing I hated the most

The dry hot air

The lack of clouds

The mosquitoes in my hair

I craved what I once wished to escape

Now living in a land where no palm trees grow

Where no one knows

How to say my name

Alien

Became I

Refusing to cry

Over my fortunes

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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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