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It was mid-night when a snake raised its head To watch over the prey very close inside, The water lily which stirred its bending stem; To inform the precision all over the flower.  Was it a rose or the shadow of the oceanic shade? Who passed over the loneliness of the snake; For switching the hedge as if twisted alongside the bay.  It was a hard rock to melt down By the dreary waves of oceanic knife edge As it was washed by the cloudy race In the midst of the burning plants dried underneath The sun and the Jupiter along the deep seated salts.

There is no denying the fact that Cis and Trans are not applicable in the case of naming complex molecules, in that particular field  E-Z naming system is used. We can tell which is the cis and which the trans form just by looking at them. All we really have to remember is that trans means "across" (as in transatlantic or transcontinental) and that cis is the opposite. It is a simple and visual way of telling the two isomers apart. So why do we need another system? There are problems as compounds get more complicated. For example, could we name these two isomers using cis and trans? Because everything attached to the carbon-carbon double bond is different, there aren't any obvious things which we can think of as being "cis" or "trans" to each other. The E-Z system gets around this problem completely - but unfortunately makes things slightly more difficult for the simple examples we usually meet in in

  The order passed by and order promulgated All the same who thinks it as professional To earn money in an amazing shy; To corrupt life by snatching the truth.  But the politics is never touched in The midst of social crisis and crimes To immobilize life from the service Rendered by the people who are the seeker And harbinger to influence life in the struggle For existent and everlasting the growth of humanity. In the politics. the people think and dedicate For the sake of divinity and real justice To set the framework of human morality. The dedicated soul is rare and out of bounds To show off the deadly aspects In the Glittering waves under neath the pcean And the hills like the falls of the nigera As if unbounded the vast water of the sea Or of the canals handicapped in a small pool. Like the sweet message in the dreams of aging Who have only hopes to survive somehow on earth Like lack luster stock still allied in dearth.