Here nothing lasts forever. The flower withers the snow melts the stone crumbles memories fade our dear ones leave loves end smiles die away the night gives place to the day the peace to the war the war to the peace. Here nothing lasts forever. And where you are now?
14.5.'13
The original poem ("Qui niente dura per sempre") is in Italian. There is no good translation for a poem. I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome. As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.