The evening was hazel and velvety .
The clouds were at the edge of the horizon.
Their colors seemed violet , pinkish occasionally.
At other times their colors change to purple ,
Even like majestic sun flowers and lilies.
The clouds in my beloved village where l grow up ,
Moved like ocean’s waves kissing the shores eagerly .
They used to give me beautiful sense of serenity.
The stars ,the moon illuminated our nightly festivity.
All the villagers were happy ,the village was a lake of ecstasy .
Jalal Michael Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com