He came thru a window
one nite,
determined to steal my treasures;
man made
and God-given.
So secure in his power to lay fear
or a blade
with equal measure.
Yet, it it the power of the Divine to protect and to provide
my treasure were kept,
but it is a shame to learn that innocence lost
is truly irreplaceable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good. I'm amazed at the way poeple think that they can just take anything they want and not have any regard for the people they hurt. Enjoyed. Lynn