Duhok tonight

an old man passes

in a fancy drive

by this hidden city

where hearts get ceased by jealous rips

and magical carpets full of tiny lights

hiding lonely stories and innocent gossip

black gardens hanged by pearls

and stars..

hallowed by shying hopes

that’s you tonight

my home town

same old plot, new passion

two masculine mountains…

staring at each other

who frees the captured soul?

resting in between

who lives there…

who smiles here..

who wonders if someone is thinking of you..

or doubts that someone cherishes another…

in my home town

Like every week at this time..

winds from the crowded capital

blow, push me, like a sail

then steadily cradled

by welcoming breezes

in early galleys of my town

gently pulling the drive

while scanning memories

chasing far away thoughts

of an old man

driving through this highway

tonight

cross my home town

*Duhok is a provinceDownload in Iraqi Kurdistan Region

*Photo of Dohuk from internet