My Silent Prayer In Saudi Arabia

Already started the winter here and the cold breeze bring me Nostalgia. Green leaves are turning pale and the sky is quiet and empty It's like my lonely heart. When the dusk is flowing I hear a prayer of a distant mosque And they all recite the holy Koran. Desert storm blows from the northern end. And I guess the ship from afar heading towards for the commercial port of Jeddah. Then I imagined where I am? My nest is far away from here where they call pearl of the Indian Ocean. I checked the New Year calendar and marked the day with a pen When I due for my vacation.