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First flew past.
Second my arm didn't touch.
The last I fumbled.
Each attempt, I felt, I tried.
But, I never got right.
I wanted to hold it close.
I wanted to get just right.
Missed it -- missed it all.
Now, too late -- the lights are off.
The mist is settling.
My mood is gone.
Just missed it.
 Jul 2021 Swapnil Duryodhan
Noura
Humans take their time.
For a fetus to develop,
it takes nine months.
For a baby to walk and talk,
it takes a couple of years.
For a student to acquire knowledge,
it takes twelve years.
But for you to understand me,
it takes forever.
And that's sad.
just for fun, to put a smile on someone's face:)
Sea calm,
Crew slept,
Dark side,
Sea kept,
Tide raced,
Waves crept,
Crew woke,
Sails prepped,
Coiled spring,
Waves leapt,
Overboard,
Crew swept,
Left behind,
They wept.

For the sea has no respect
For the nautically inept …
A Cornish poem about the sea.
By Cornish Poet Clive Blake
In the summer night, below the sunshine,
I met you darling, here, and all of your friends.

And like you're golden earring, you became my energy
the whisper to my night, the sparkle in the ocean deep.
And when we waited for the morning song of the sunlight,
from this time on, you became a part of Romania to me.

For below the skylit ocean, in Varme Vece
between the purple, red, and blue stars, and you.
In all the colors of the blue, I want you to
Remember America golden skies when I leave.

So in the "Glo"of the clubs, or light and fame
of another day when you lead in therapy,
and when you restore the might of the weak,
Or between the wine and dine, and good games,

in the same way, my dear, you know you can find meaning
From these summer nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, you also can be mended - you do know.  

So when you struggle and trying to find the words to say,
When you yourself feel lower than the ocean sand,
you can trace these memories, and search for my hands,
and fall in line and feel warm and safe in these summer days.
here
Life is a series of created visions that we perceive to be real
Until

Faced with the same problem as all the others

No matter what we do

All unfolds as it should
I am in love
Head over heels
A thunderstorm of flutters in my heart
But I will put you,
Lord,
first
For if I live my life by the way of God
Everything else will fall into place
All I need is to have a little faith
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