| 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 |