Hamza Al Saieedy
Locked in my house like a frightened widow!
Watching; sunset and enjoying the show,
A redden sky, A sight of a crow.
The earth turning, the world moving to low?
Kids running, with the dark grow,
My father comes, then a clouds follow.
Neighbors through the street; waiting snow.
The night hath came; flowing slow.
The sun hath left and dragged my shadow,