There is a rug, comprised of silken strands -
Her woven cords make pale the rainbow's hue!
More fierce than gems, her threads of Saphire blue -
To me she is the sun on darkened lands!
She's woven on a loom too fine for man -
More bright than stars, the threads that run her through!
The thought of her to me is clung like glue -
Through all my life, her shining lustre spans!
Yet she remains, reposed upon the floor
A home to mud, and cold discarded shoes.
As desolate, unloved as windswept moor,
Her splendor's naught, to base and sightless fools.
A rug, though of the finest quality,
Remains a rug, for all eternity.
2006-07-28
15:48:03
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Maradiera
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