Saturday, November 15, 2014

Winter in the Desert

Abandoned street cats scrambling for warmth
Take shelter under the numerous cars
That dot the parking lots of the bustling city.
The sun turns in early,
Fatigued after many days of scorching summer
Night falls by the time the muezzin
Calls the faithful for the maghrib prayers.
The first stars of the evening
Shyly peek out of a velvety darkness
Eager camp goers pitch tents
In the depths of the silent desert,
Warming their hands around a bonfire
They count the stars,
Relieved at their escape
From the maddening megalopolis.
As the night wears on
The full moon beams brightly
Casting its glow over the vast emptiness.
A lonely man ambles down the desert road
Quiet, except for a few cars now and then
Wrapped in mufflers and monkey cap
Shivering in the biting cold
As he tries to sell newspapers
To anyone who'd bother to stop by.


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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Winter in the Desert

Abandoned street cats scrambling for warmth
Take shelter under the numerous cars
That dot the parking lots of the bustling city.
The sun turns in early,
Fatigued after many days of scorching summer
Night falls by the time the muezzin
Calls the faithful for the maghrib prayers.
The first stars of the evening
Shyly peek out of a velvety darkness
Eager camp goers pitch tents
In the depths of the silent desert,
Warming their hands around a bonfire
They count the stars,
Relieved at their escape
From the maddening megalopolis.
As the night wears on
The full moon beams brightly
Casting its glow over the vast emptiness.
A lonely man ambles down the desert road
Quiet, except for a few cars now and then
Wrapped in mufflers and monkey cap
Shivering in the biting cold
As he tries to sell newspapers
To anyone who'd bother to stop by.


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