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The love you have lost,
may never return.
You must keep trying,
There's still time to learn.

Someone asked me,
"Why do you write?"
My answer was,
"It makes me feel right."

When worries attack,
the way which I feel,
I'll write about it,
to keep my mind real.

Hearts are broken,
never the twain,
for the love you have
will still remain.

For you, my dear,
I say this once more,
knowing you won't
be the same anymore.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Why isn't spiral galaxy M66 symmetric? Usually, density waves of gas, dust, and newly formed stars circle a spiral galaxy's center and create a nearly symmetric galaxy. The differences between M66's spiral arms and the apparent displacement of its nucleus are all likely caused by previous close interactions and the tidal gravitational pulls of nearby galaxy neighbors M65 and NGC 3628. The galaxy, featured here in infrared light taken by the James Webb Space Telescope, spans about 100,000 light years, lies about 35 million light years distant, and is the largest galaxy in a group known as the Leo Triplet. Like many spiral galaxies, the long and intricate dust lanes of M66 are seen intertwined with the bright stars and intergalactic dust that follow the spiral arms.

Of dragon tails
and eye of newt.
Herbs mashed,
by hand, not foot.

Those old days, long ago,
remembering when,
they were the days,
our lives began.

Fairy tales and fables, many,
were told besides fires, bon.
These tales and words,
no longer, now gone.

Think of happy days,
of happy events, not timeline,
long may they live in
memories of yours and mine.

These are our stories,
to tell at night,
full of memories,
of our own delight.

My words escape me,
trying to write,
what spills from the brain,
on this warm, summer night.

Words stop coming
or they are few.
What am I now
supposed to do.

When words leave my mouth,
they're no longer mine.
Words are lost,
all of the time.

Don't be foolish,
accept the grief,
for you, my friend
are a word thief.

You borrow from others,
as you often do.
I'm pleading guilty.
What about you?

Sometimes, I thirst for conversation,
wanting to be around people.
Other times, I want silence,
and don't wish to see or talk to others.

Normal? Abnormal or just a case of my
mind being overly taxed with worry
about what the future may bring.

Along came a hermit,
his name was Dave.
He lived not, in a house,
but a moist, dirt cave.

He was hard to understand,
as he muttered a lot.
He had a collection
of things he had bought.

Scarves and books,
even some three penny nails.
HIs most famous collections,
was a case of Veils.

Veils he had salvaged,
from a long time ago,
they were best when
you had no place to go.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Look through the cosmic cloud cataloged as NGC 281 and you might miss the stars of open cluster IC 1590. Formed within the nebula, that cluster's young, massive stars ultimately power the pervasive nebular glow. The eye-catching shapes looming in the featured portrait of NGC 281 are sculpted dusty columns and dense Bok globules seen in silhouette, eroded by intense, energetic winds and radiation from the hot cluster stars. If they survive long enough, the dusty structures could also be sites of future star formation. Playfully called the Pacman Nebula because of its overall shape, NGC 281 is about 10,000 light-years away in the constellation Cassiopeia. This sharp composite image was made through narrow-band filters. It combines emission from the nebula's hydrogen and oxygen atoms to synthesize red, green, and blue colors. The scene spans well over 80 light-years at the estimated distance of NGC 281.

Photo by Craig Stocks