I remeber the good old days
When the sea turned milk
And the city was filled with glee
As it was drenched in a cool drizzle
Making its alleys covered
with the smell of a dampened soil
While letting sand breathe with joy
But over the course of time
Things have greatly changed
Beauty is dying
Can we save it?
Abdi-Noor, it is my belief that beauty is undying, and merely transformational -- mankind can only accomplish some degree of negative alteration to nature -- before she raises her hand and smites us -- to return all to the way it was -- we shall perish -- she will out and beauty will remain, only transformed -- much peace and love to you my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Desert Wanderer, Omar Khayyam could not have asked a more beautiful question that "beauty is dying, can we save it?" giving in the nostrils of the reader that smell of dampened soil which only we can feel at home.
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Georg
How beautifully wistful about the old days, and who knows if they'll come back. It doesn't seem like it.
Mary