They say one must grow and never be still,
For stillness is but a poisoning fiend...

My bonds of freedom
I stood upon the shoulder of Qadisha Valley...

Sonnet 35
Into a maze of memories I tread...

Sonnet 34
A trace I trace, with hasty lively pace...

Pestilence
Around the pillars of justice...

Sonnet 33
I long for a breeze which is somehow cool...

Sonnet 32
In a desert of distraction and joy...

An encounter
Once I met a day...

Sonnet 31
An infant I cried when my cradle shook...

On high steep rocks within the winds forlorn,
Greeted by sun, guarded by angel eyes...

The shades of Beauty
At noon I took...

Sonnet 29
A seedless oaken tree, when buried whole...