running up the hill with a new lit love pass a silver lining and then a white dove caught up in first names all colors but blue mirrors right and left unambiguous clues
surrounding everything a thin white smoke rings of ornaments out of leaves and fine strokes helplessly engaged in a game with no end sweet and bitter taste webs following a trend
sweet and bitter taste
immediate and steep lifted crossing roads repetition will displace all eventual codes converging heavily to a systems offshoot unfold into a tree redirected hard root