Nothing remains the same...
Mountains don't leave you,
nor streams and lakes,
The granduer of Nature stays
with you always...
Not like the death of a loved one,
or the deceitful wife,
or the womanizing husband...
Not like your youth,
or the finely tuned body
of an athlete.
The stars shine constantly,
the sun, endlessly;
The moon's a lover's beacon
as long as time exists...
But friends die unexpextedly,
and marriages crash unknowingly,
and your love ones scatter
to the four winds...
and nothing remains the same.
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