Put a hand into the fire.
To test the strength of my desire.
Repeated dreams that had expired.
Left me weary, worn and tired.
Walked up to the highest spot.
The well trod path no one forgot.
Thick black lines under the eyes.
I looked towards the clearing skies.
For refreshing respite and new meaning.
No feature there at all redeeming.
Sat down with the new sun on my face.
Considered the possibility this was the place.
To start afresh, to start anew.
Inspired by the years debut.
Black Lines
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