(from The Poet and the Mathematician)

In the depths of thought, I softly tread,
A poet’s musings, where memories spread,
I trace the lines of life’s winding course,
In the mirror of time, I find no remorse.
In reflection, I see moments in rhyme,
A tapestry, woven through the sands of time,
The past, a canvas, with colors so vast,
Each stroke, a memory, forever to last.
But in this realm, where thoughts converge,
I sense the math of life’s cosmic surge,
For change, a constant, in numbers it’s seen,
A shift in direction, like a river’s serene.
Like vectors in space, we alter our way,
A mathematical dance, in night and day,
Each decision we make, each turn of the line,
A mathematical perspective, in the grand design.
The past and future, entwined, they dance,
In this mathematical symphony, they enhance,
The choices we make, the paths we select,
In the reflection of time, we all intersect.
So I, as a poet, in reflection’s embrace,
See the numbers and verses, intertwined in grace,
A mathematical journey, through moments and dreams,
In the poet’s reflection, life’s beauty gleams.

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