The Void

The delicate weft of the green....
The bird rising in the stormy tempestuous of the green glass...
And at the euphoric tempestuous green glass
Rambling an infinitive flowing water....

But the green, the delicate, the silky weft of the infinitive flowing water..

The delicate weft of the green glass
And the bird, a rising bird...in the delicate weft

In the infinitive...a bird....and a delicate green....

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