poem-2 has been written now and still new poems are refusal to be posted, I don't know why!
Pleasure might not enjoy
Smart and cheer to be nicer
And on joy you are not blamed
Thou a man, thou a woman
Perhaps you die
Perhaps you shy
No, no it may not all
Physically ocean isn't pool
O, dreamlike supposes it one
Flicker at once suggesting a team
More pleasure driving likely steam
Those who die those who born
As a sandy-shore driven away
Inasmuch water kissing the sands
Of some waves high and others low
Here my passion yet to the ground up
Of a desert of no land and no ship
Hearing the sound when comes loud
And that mustache is already round
Being as a tourney once at end
Of two halves then will retreat
Then the spectators will soon leave
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