Found written on a piece of leather in Arabic, at an excavation twenty miles outside of Samarqand. Carbon dating traces it to sometime in the 1400's AD.
Through the door lay possessions;
silver teacups and sumptuous carpets.
One golden tray upturned on a table.
Through the door lay memories;
clay oven and well worn utensils.
One can still smell the cooking fire.
Through the door lay love;
clothing discarded and bedding displaced.
One single feather on a pillow.
Through the door lay life;
oud in the corner and child sized shoes.
One single moment of peace.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Found written on a piece of leather in Arabic, at an excavation twenty miles outside of Samarqand. Carbon dating traces it to sometime in the 1400's AD.
Through the door lay possessions;
silver teacups and sumptuous carpets.
One golden tray upturned on a table.
Through the door lay memories;
clay oven and well worn utensils.
One can still smell the cooking fire.
Through the door lay love;
clothing discarded and bedding displaced.
One single feather on a pillow.
Through the door lay life;
oud in the corner and child sized shoes.
One single moment of peace.
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