Treasure Island

Giorgio Venetopoulos

(Athens, Greece)

My Adiabatic Love


'My adiabatic love', you smiled;
event encountered just in tales;
so lonely were our input trails,
through anisotropic ways we compiled.

Our enthalpy dispersed out slow,
it was a process isentropic,
states inlet-outlet, endoscopic,
efficiency of standard flow.

Two power binary vapor regions,
reversibly worked ecstatic,
two isothermal - two adiabatic,
heat engine, thermal our conditions.

During the fluid standard cycles,
maximum availability was obtained,
a given state was sustained,
touring forever on our bicycles.

Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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