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

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

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

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste

Sweet and bitter taste