Open your eyes, little one, I tell her,
To the sunshine dancing through the leaves,
To the coral waves breaking grey shores,
To the crystal drops of rain
Open your eyes, little one, I beg her,
To the velvet red singing crystal tunes,
To the ivory threads spun by pure mist,
To the orange-hay sand dunes
Open your eyes, little one, I cry to her,
To the violet shades of misty haze,
To the burgundy flow of silky hues,
To the horizon of vermillion glow
Open your eyes, little one, I whisper,
My hopes lost to the dark,
He, the tyrant, who crushed her soul,
Before my little one embarked.
A silver tear, I let fall,
Crushed before she could open her eyes,
Yet, yet, I try, I try,
Open your eyes, little one, I cry
12.08.2017
Of every Syrian (or war affected) mother with a dead new born child