Robaie Of Khayyam 3 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Robaie Of Khayyam 3



Robaie of Khayyam 3

In my sleep, the wise said:
Sleeping flower never raised
Why do same as nothingness?
Drink, sleep is dead’s purpose.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015
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