Again, thousands of lines break rank,
Peaceful roads’ desolate blank.
Tiredly, I understand once more:
Ahead—a new start, yet before,
A beginning again unfolds,
While dreams are just a game bold.
Through misty horizons far,
Dawn’s light breaks afar,
Hope, like steel, remains steadfast,
Fatigue—just a dream, everlast.
Once more, thousands of lines regain form,
Amongst new paths they transform,
Towards tranquil peace they now roam,
Finding solace in their new home.
Thousands of lines
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