Man is made of dust (Remove filter)
Dust
When the water whirls and whirls again
And gurgling when it goes
down the drain,
Forming a funnel,
The clay terrain
Caked on the bathing
Pool that does remain,
Conjures in one's mind the excerpt,
"Man you are
dust and to dust you shall return!"
Tuesday 4th November 2014 8:54 am
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