Ocean is blue
it reflects the skies.
That's why the water is clean.
It can purify a person,
spiritually,
Physically,
when you bathe the moment
you feel the breeze that touches your skin.
But I was thinking how come I almost die?
just because of that water
On that ocean, the blue in the sight of me
The blue color is the reflections of the skies,
Why I end up almost dead?
No trauma I mean.
I was just thinking maybe heaven is calling me to get there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem