There is more to
Mathematics, than counting games to amuse,
Or solving the quotient of a parabolic hypotenuse.
Than figuring the trigonometric marvels of the Pyramids,
Or, solving assumptions of the truly infinite of infinity’s limits.
For, not even the beauty of Euler’s number can quantify,
The complex answers that so warmly in the mind multiply,
By quietly gazing at the stars in the night sky.
Fantastic poem on something as dry as maths.
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Lol, thank you Sadje. Happy Monday. Cheers❤🙏
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You’re welcome 😉
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❤❤🙏
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It’s wonderful how you included maths in poetry👍
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My pleasure. It was fun😊🙏👍
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Simply beautiful
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Thank you Jack. I am pleased you enjoyed the poem. A blessed week to you. Peace ❤🙏
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A very serene contemplation on the infinite . . . .
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Thank you Liz. I appreciate your kind support. Blessings to you. Stay safe. 😊
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Hi!
Tu as su rappeler que les mathématiques sont présents dans les fondements de nos vie et de l’Univers lui même et peuvent être de toute beauté !
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Oui, les mathématiques sont partout autour de nous et font partie de tout. Merci pour vos commentaires adorables. Bénédictions et paix. Restez en sécurité.
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My pleasure ! Be safe !:)
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Thank yoy❤
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