Tint Of Orange

Ecstatic eye of night thoughts tangled tangent tint of orange moon slivers were just hazy incipient learned launch as the querulous quirk indented ingress idly still desperate to capture though less likely lavishness connoting mood human forest focal point I dream in dribbles soppy though never flagged yet as futile aspiration amid hues strictly night bound might benefit wistfully when strident slumber indigenous to townscape has its muted rippled riddle not tactfully resolved due to blind daylight tinctured template aroused by the clangour of mint medley lure of Arcadia circus dangle of inchoate promise known as crystal carrot jewellery box whose flecks fly a riot before the milling cluster who wantonly wonder at collapsing fortress inside whilst rugged resilience that tower block of prime revitalised endeavour bent on a fantasy forage with disposition a pointless block though underbody wobbles if left without the widest custodial watch of the self one might be elated finally