Through the open window
A soft warm breeze
Gently
Lifted my hair
The haunting melody
Of the Adhan
Drifting to my ears
I lay
On a divan
Supine
In repose
One arm flung
Overhead
Fingers fidgeting
With the fringe
Of a pillow
As I held back tears
I peeked
At the man
Who held my heart
Feet standing firmly
Shoulder width apart
Looking out
At the land
He loves
Contemplating
Returning
In a few long years
--
*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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