All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like gold on the sunset sky
But I was one of the children
That belonged to my father called God
But latter onthe night arrived and my father called God
Took me home with him so that I could be re united with the rest of the Children
We have no luxury in God's house here in israel
But we sleep onthe floor
Because it is cool
During the summer months
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem