Poem fractal

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0.021 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Till the Dawn of Love

by Richard

−0.5281 − 0.7621i

Drawing the boundary…

Twilight

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−0.5208 − 0.7421i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Till the Dawn of Love

by Richard

None shall sleep, none shall rest,
Till the dawn reveals its crest.
In the silence, hear the plea,
For love that sets the spirit free.

In the quiet of the night,
Stars above, their gentle light,
Whisper secrets of the heart,
Love that tears our souls apart.

Through the darkness, shadows fall,
Echoes of a distant call,
Hearts entwined, yet torn apart,
Yearning for a new start.

Hope that shines like morning's light,
Breaking through the darkest night.
Love's eternal, burning flame,
Guides us to a brighter fame.

As the stars begin to fade,
In the dawn, a new crusade.
Hearts united, spirits soar,
Love forever, evermore.

Twilight

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The twilight is sad and cloudy,
  The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
  Flash the white caps of the sea.

But in the fisherman's cottage
  There shines a ruddier light,
And a little face at the window
  Peers out into the night.

Close, close it is pressed to the window,
  As if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
  To see some form arise.

And a woman's waving shadow
  Is passing to and fro,
Now rising to the ceiling,
  Now bowing and bending low.

What tale do the roaring ocean,
  And the night-wind, bleak and wild,
As they beat at the crazy casement,
  Tell to that little child?

And why do the roaring ocean,
  And the night-wind, wild and bleak,
As they beat at the heart of the mother,
  Drive the color from her cheek?

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