Poem fractal

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0.005 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.

Marital Ardour in Age

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

Song of the White Calf

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Marital Ardour in Age

by Richard

Oh! if they marvel at my fervent gaze,
Though youth’s swift pulse has tempered in its pace,
They know not how love deepens through the days,
Nor how its fire refines with time’s embrace.

For beauty blooms not only in the face,
But in the soul that kindness does adorn;
Each line upon her brow, a sacred trace,
Of joys we’ve shared and trials we have borne.

Her laughter rings as sweet as springtime’s song,
Her wisdom glows like autumn’s golden hue;
And though the years may stretch both wide and long,
My heart beats ever ardent, strong, and true.

Till death shall call me to eternal rest,
My love shall burn as brightly as the sun;
For in her grace, I’ve found life’s very best—
A passion that will last till all is done.

Song of the White Calf

by Richard

The white buffalo calf has arrived
A sacred omen, a sign from above
The herd in Yellowstone, the last of its kind
Brings hope for the future, a blessing of love

Oh Great Spirit, hear our song
Guide us to restore what was lost for so long
The buffalo roam, the people rejoice
The white calf returns, we raise up our voice

For centuries the tribes have passed down
The story of the White Buffalo Woman
She came in a time of great need, with gifts all around
To show the people how to live, how to pray, how to grow

The herds were decimated, the people suffered too
But now a new chapter, a chance to renew
The land, the culture, the bond that was broke
As the white calf stands tall, a powerful provoke

The white buffalo calf, a sacred sight
A beacon of hope, a future so bright
For the Yellowstone herd, the last of its kind
May the Great Spirit's blessings forever be entwined.

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