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

Sweet and bitter taste

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Writer(s): GONZALEZ WINTERKORN