The Ocean's Daughter

Those blues look like a storm or the ocean
Uncontrollable and always in motion
When she’s sad they look frozen and untouchable
She reveals them to the deepest water
Even with caressing waves, she’s unstoppable
So cold, they could never be hotter
Those blue, blue eyes of the Ocean’s daughter



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