In front of that rock of suicide There is that blue, big, and pretty Mediterranean Sea, There is that pretty city In all seasons... I see all images permanent over there... Like all seasons, Life goes forward towards that big change In its climate... It's cold and rainy over there... Everyone and everything become Like nature's inevitable changes anytime... Those images are stored and are kept In my mind for ever... ______________________________________________________________________
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The jutting rock, the blue sea, the jostling crowd of the city...... all these leave permanent images of beauty and wonder in human hearts, inspite of the inevitable changes in Nature! Enjoyed this kaleidoscope of scenes!