clouds fold like pancakes we eat with our eyes time flips over like we flip pancakes the sun is ablob of butter thin cloudesoil for pancakes thick clouds slow time down thin clouds faster the sunset like
strawberries on the pancakes rain the sparks from the pan snow sugar on the pancakes
Oct 08, 2022
folding
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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