She had eyes as blue as the ocean
On it's most clear and beautiful day
Then dark clouds covered the ocean
Changing her blue eyes into gray
She used to float on top of the water
With the sun warm on her face
But the wind and waves grew stronger
Taking away her state of grace
She used to swim with the joy of a child
Playfully over and under the waves
A look of terror replaced her smile
As the open sea became her grave
Oh! So painful a scenario! You could have written it for any body but brought the refugee crisis to my mind. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your comment. I like how people see different meanings from reading the same poem, I love that about writing. It is actually about a girl who changed her view on the world because of what she has been through.