Innocent Game Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Innocent Game
These blue, green, gray eyes are changing from one
color to another since being in my mother's womb.
A unique quality that I thoroughly enjoy seeing
when looking in the mirror.
Sisters and brother always trying to guess what
color they'll be every morning when we were young.
Closing my eyes, making them guess the color, it
was so much fun back then, a child's innocent game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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