She,

No one else

Of Arabic composition and identity

With Yemeni features and hopes

Storming Winds bow before her

And those bleeding wounds wipe the ends of her fingertips

On the forehead of the universe

So, the springs of life flow

She refuses to break up between the palms of a man

For the remnants of her colourful wings will fly again

Soaring away from his fist

She is still standing there

On the rainy pavement

Pondering over what his hands did raindrops wet her

And trickle on her memory to not forget

Tired is the memory when it wakes up from its compulsory slumber

Forcing her to look back at the rubble heap

At the darkness of the forgotten war

The remains of the departed and the remains of her homeland that once was She packs the fear and anxiety bundle

And throws them in the sidewalks

Waiting for tomorrow to come

She screams in the mirrors of her dreams

It seeps and falls from her promised joy

This war must end

And her morning must shine Life for her.

Light for her

Just as they are for him

As a cloud she is

Raining giving tender non-stop so that

Flowers germinate at the edges of closed windows

And her heart flourishes green and his heart