Eyes of the East
watered with tears
she brought to the West
on a caravan
of bleeding souls
Her music is
a never ending sob
her dream is a life
without shades and death
Thanks to the Greek people for helping many refugees. The refugee crisis is in your back yard, not just on your media screens.
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Bleeding souls! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.