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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Mee 102 pdfs and plus
Are you struggling to read for your mee 102 paper đź“„ Right here I share you the must read pdf..... đź‘€ Sparks fly, like fireflies bright As metal melts, in welding's light A symphony of heat and flame Shaping steel, with skill and aim The welder's art, a dance so fine Merging pieces, into one design With every strike, a story's told Of strength and beauty, young and old Helmet down, gloves tight The craftsman works, through day and night Shielding eyes, from radiant glow Concentrating, as the metal grows Arc welding, MIG or TIG Each technique, a unique gig Precision and patience, hand in hand Crafting masterpieces, across the land In shipyards, cars, or bridges high Welding's strength, touches the sky From sculptures to machinery might Welding's art, shines with delight With every bead, a tale unfolds Of craftsmanship, worth more than gold Welding's fire, that shapes and molds Transforming metal, into beauty told.
By Enesrt louis2 years ago in Poets
The Art of VanishingÂ
In shadows deep, I slip away, A quiet drift from light of day. No sound, no trace, no final glance, I vanish softly in life's dance.Through misty veils and silent streams, I fade into forgotten dreams. A whisper lost, a fleeting trace, Erased like footsteps in soft lace.The art of vanishing, so fine, To walk the edge of space and time. Not gone, but neither truly here, A wisp of thought, a fleeting tear.No weight, no burden, no despair, I disappear into the air. The art is in the letting go, To simply vanish, soft and slow.No farewells needed, no goodbyes, Just starlight fading from your eyes. In stillness, I become the breeze, And in my vanishing, find peace.
By Adarsh Kumar Singh2 years ago in Poets
Mee 102 pdfs and plus
Sparks fly, like fireflies bright As metal melts, in welding's light A symphony of heat and flame Shaping steel, with skill and aim The welder's art, a dance so fine Merging pieces, into one design With every strike, a story's told Of strength and beauty, young and old Helmet down, gloves tight The craftsman works, through day and night Shielding eyes, from radiant glow Concentrating, as the metal grows Arc welding, MIG or TIG Each technique, a unique gig Precision and patience, hand in hand Crafting masterpieces, across the land In shipyards, cars, or bridges high Welding's strength, touches the sky From sculptures to machinery might Welding's art, shines with delight With every bead, a tale unfolds Of craftsmanship, worth more than gold Welding's fire, that shapes and molds Transforming metal, into beauty told.
By Enesrt louis2 years ago in Poets
What Cards Do I Hold?
The promise of tomorrow is more than a trick when nature, skill, and mind honour transformation, one so big it brings a resounding future. A universal call while the gleaming, holy angel balances it all, since being the forefront and the centre. A lover long lost past somehow changes the now, leading to a future of beneficence. A worry about manipulated money calls on the use of intuition dreams may guide to fountains of. Good fortune, timing, grace, and all that wins. An offer held out to bring more for certain, mine or whose? While a message about career in the midst of shedding a tear will hasten chariot on the horizon, bringing things near.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
Just Become Selfish Because No One Cares
Are you selfless?Well, I've learned to care less.When I gave my all, when I dared,The truth hit hard - no one cared.I held on tight, to values and grace,But found myself lost, out of place.I poured out kindness, stayed so pure,Yet silence told me - nothing's sure.I stood for others, gave them my light,But shadows consumed all my fight.Now it's time I turn away,From the ones who led me astray.I'll guard my heart, I'll guard my mind,No longer bound, no longer blind.I'll rise, evolve, grow and succeed,No longer tending to others' need.Selfishness isn't a curse, it's a shield,To the pain the world refused to yield.I'll thrive alone, I'll chart my way,Because no one cared, but that's okay.Now watch me soar beyond the sky,No one can stop me, don't ask why.It's my time now, to chase, to claim,And carve for myself a lasting name.
By Adarsh Kumar Singh2 years ago in Poets
