Night storm was in townTenderness in eye and wandering in thoughtA cup of coffee in a shaky handLooked out the window;The clouds covered the bright starsDark trees were swaying in the windCreated humans’ faces in the pastWhile the rainwater slid slowly on its glassDrawing past places inside its frameLike a scattered picture of the road to south;A hazy road in the summer dayA few minutes remained to goThe dawn was waited in a placeOld books and souvenirs left on the groundSome I remember and others noSmall bag in a hand, no for more By Khalid Alshamrani, ©2020 Return to Poetry Gallery