Jan Sagemüller

And Across The Line

In the realm where shadows dance and light does play, There lies a path, both stark and gray. A journey's tale, in monochrome hue, Where every step is etched in black and white anew.
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Upon this canvas, stark and wide, The feet of mortals stride with pride. Each footfall echoes, soft yet clear, A rhythm born of motion's sheer.
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The lines they tread, so bold, so bright, Guide weary souls through day and night. They mark the way, both far and near, A silent map for all to hear.
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In fleeting moments, captured true, The essence of a journey shines through. Each stride, each pause, each step in time, A testament to life's grand rhyme.
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So walk this path with heart aflame, And let your steps proclaim: That though the world may fade to gray, Your spirit shines in black and white array.
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