The threads of life are woven in a rug
That tells a tale of beauty and of pain
Each knot a memory, each colour a stain
Of joy or sorrow, love or hate, or both

The patterns are complex and geometric
But not without some flaws and variations
For nothing is perfect in this world of creations
And every rug has secrets in its fabric

Some rugs are bright and vivid, some are dull
Some rugs are soft and warm, some rough and cold
Some rugs are new and fresh, some worn and old
But every rug has stories to unfold

A Persian rug is more than just a thing
It is a work of art, a history, a song
It is a gift from those who laboured long
To weave their dreams and hopes in every string

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