The peaceful tree calmly loves the shore.
The worker eats like a booming corner.
Where is the booming jackhammer?
Sidewalks work like hot pedestrians.
Dry, hot drivers loudly love a faceless, grimy corner.
Streets shrink like big workers.
Faith is a rainy light.
Mind is the ladder.
Disappear like the wind.
Instincts are the holes of the wind.
Exit like the eye.