Soon we will leave this world, this country, this love,

the eyes we view them with are eyes that must close before too long.

But this much is certain:

we will still have, left deep within us,

the light catching the reflection of rain on its cobbled streets,

a blaze of sun gilding off the dome of a duomo,

the perfection of the piazzas,

the thousands upon thousands

of shades and nuances of history,

the stones, the skin,

the colours of Italy. Nausher Nash