Remains Of The Night - Poem by Khalid Albudoor
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
A refreshing air comes from the west
Palm trees stand in the fog
On what is left of the night
I hear sounds of birds.
And the house's roof is cold
A little bird
Comes flying and lands
On the long palm's frond.
It gazes toward me
I feel it is asking
Why didn't you sleep last night?
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