I enjoyed writing my first sonnet yesterday, so, I wrote another one… Heartbeat sultry, alone in the desert, Your love is a caravan approaching, A nomads flask tipped gratefully, quenching, Lips to lips, thirsting for romances curt, Arid dust clouds gust to breathlessly flirt, Stirred sharp sand lashing, thrashing, entrenching, Pool of haven – mirage!Continue reading “Mirage!”