What are you thinking?
What am I thinking?
Drifting as I am sifting through the crack,
as if I am flour falling softly through.
Landing on the piled flour stack,
looking back watching the snowing view.
And you are thinking?
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A poem of drifting thoughts falling through a sifter. Well stated and penned
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