Angles and Lines

A straight line, a steady gaze,
Cuts through space, a measured maze.
Where two paths meet, a point defined,
An angle forms, a bend of mind.

Acute, so sharp, a tiny slice,
Obtuse, a wide, expansive ice.
Parallel lines, forever near,
Yet never touching, no intersection here.

Perpendicular, a perfect cross,
A crossroad where the moments pause.
Geometry's dance, a visual rhyme,
Lines and angles, marking time.


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