Rubá’í of the Day

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To confidants like you I dare to say
What mankind really are—molded of clay,
Affliction’s clay, and kneaded in distress,
They taste the world awhile, then pass away.

Posted on 28/09/2013, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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