My little window turned into a magical door that took my
eyes to a different world. The Piano song with the bird’s voice creates an unforgettable concert for my dying senses.A musical concert with the heavenly pleasure,
but at the same time deep inside the Arabian dry desert wind, goes through my
soul and turns the life-giving leaves into almost burning ashes! Is there any hope
for the drying heart, for the lonely camel in the middle Yemeni
wilderness?
It is time to close the little window and put the blue pillow
underneath my already half dreaming head.
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