Oh hot October morning sun,We wait for thy fever to fall;To-morrow's winds, if they ever come,Will be welcomed by all.The pigeons in the towers calland bide time until to-morrow.Oh hot October morning sun,your heat makes all creatures slow,robbing us of our energy like a thief.All hearts hope for summer to be done,for an end to… Continue reading Expat October in Doha
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