Love Sonnet LXXI   I see your face in my dreams, your red hair, blown by your breath, smells of your jasmine shampoo, and lies across my breast.   Yaraa, why do you haunt me? Why does my mind always return to you, to your soft skin, and savory...

In the ancient dimness of the forgotten inn,a silver cylinder slept upon the table,cold as moonlight trapped in metal.The wooden beams whispered untold stories,and a lone mosquito, stubborn as fate,traced restless circles through the air. Curiosity, that flame that never...