In The Locker - Poem by Liza Sud
I do not keep invoices in the locker.
nor way bills, too.
if anything is ever stolen -
God sees it soon.
And we desire to create locks -
when faith is lacked.
Among the people it creates cold
And we are taught from being a child
for locks upon the doors.
But without pure trusting eyes -
no secret is disclosed.
I've not forgotten! - I can not
look after lie.
I'm - for the opening of locks!
as well as hearts!
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