Hafez tells us the soul knows one hundred sighs.
So I just let mine scatter light across the night sky. I await no one.
I am tired. My eyes are closing.
The faint aroma of Mohammedi rose water enrobes me, the same roses I once admired in Kashan, the ones I put in apricot jam so that others may taste poetry.
I think I will sleep now.
Inspirations: Hafez, the scent of roses and the sweetness of homemade apricot jam.