Wish Tree
"In hope to cast the endless sun at last"
Under the wish tree, she told me that if I could figure it out, I would get rid of all my nightmares and my heart would stop sleeping. In return, I gave her six of my pen and ink drawings based on her ruba’iyat as a symbol of our eternal friendship. My drawings were all in solid jet black. She smiled while staring at my original sketches, then she whispered that we should try to slow down our thoughts and to breathe every syllable of the poetry. "Listen well!" she said, "every sound produces two tones, as every slice of life always presents itself in different colors..."
