The dawn of a new book

A challenge from an imaginary garden with real toads to create a poem in the form called fold. Well this fits in with all the unfolding I’ve been doing, so a fold of unfolding is my offering:

Good morning new book unfold
Crack it open sunny side up
You’ll not know her, freshly sold
Withinnards, without breaking her spine
Each new love, page, day unfolds
Who knows what plebeian flaxstraws
We’ll together discover can be spun to gold
her hair on my pillow in mornings sunrise
Or in which future This love will be lol’d
joyful loving selfless river running
Tommorrows eggs, chapters, hearts again unfold

If you want to try another interesting form: the Palinend


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