The Poet and the Physicist
A pen tis' stride of mystery,
His search for truth eternity,
Lost in worlds so beyond,
No point of return did all warn'd,
Tread he bravely by this sea,
Forward he gazed to infinity,
But lonely be, was he not's,
In his pen and his the thoughts,
Held his hand and walked in bliss’t,
The curious mind, a physicist,
Together with they trekked this new life,
With the pen and with knife,
Sings aloud lyrics to be,
That sings also a math beauty,
In their minds the truth they see,
Though! Paths doth took variety'ly,
Finally! Truth arrives the splendid hearts,
Endless sacrifices rendered aparts,
Now they live the life they sought,
Through sweat and toil did they bought,
The Poet and the Physicist!
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Viktor Horvath Eisenstein
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