(Just came back from the ruins of majestic Angkor where we marveled at how great a civilization it must have been and how it could fall. Along with the wonder is the sadness of how ethereal life is when even a mountain can become scattered rocks.) There is a temple in ruins stands,
Fashion'd by long forgotten hands:
Two or three columns, and many a stone,
Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!
- Lord Byron
Walking among the ruins accompanied by the feelings that nothing great last forever.
- Ghostwise
~~~~~~~~~~"
Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all
That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.
- William Pitt
The ruins left behind, reminded of the many that once lived glorious lives in them.
- Ghostwise
Fashion'd by long forgotten hands:
Two or three columns, and many a stone,
Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!
- Lord Byron
Walking among the ruins accompanied by the feelings that nothing great last forever.
- Ghostwise
~~~~~~~~~~"
Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all
That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.
- William Pitt
The ruins left behind, reminded of the many that once lived glorious lives in them.
- Ghostwise
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