I would like to steal,
More precious moments stolen...
From those unaware,
Of their misplaced values.
Trashed and then from them sent away,
Like abandoned to orphan children.
Without care and thoughtless disregard,
To not see them as gifts.
Or recognize them for what they are.
I would like to steal those treasures gone,
Unidentified right in front of unconsious eyes.
Eyes clouded yet searching,
For meaningless things...
To satisfy fleeting temptations,
An emptiness brings...
When those sensations leave permanently.
Precious moments to be stolen,
I would steal and have no regret.
Precious moments others consider,
As useless artifacts too usless to protect...
I would treasure and keep them respected.
Yes.
I would.
Since what I've come to value,
Are moments to treasure others neglect.
I would like to steal,
More precious moments stolen...
From those unaware,
Of their misplaced values.
Trashed and then from them sent away,
Like abandoned to orphan children...
Wishing for that nourishment to flourish.
And giving it to be given from me they would get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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