Our Miniature

You are added to me like the nightingale's loud song added to the jumbled sounds of the courtyard like a wisp of silk added to every single thread of the weft. Like the red pomegranate blossom added to the hard, thorny branch. And you and I sit beside each other on a little silk rug under the pomegranate tree amid the nightingale's lovely clamor; without your knowing even...