A Scene Poem by Faisal Khalil

A Scene



The door
is half opened.
Under the tree
a shadow
dipping his fingers
in the ink of light
a light spot
like a baby dog

perk his face
and slides down
to catch a shadow.
In the dim, stillness room
behind the door
his looks are eagerly asking
if he can go out
and play too.
An Exotic, sinner, dusk cloud
deleted the scene.

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