Pink clouds brushed with orange breaststrokes
Underground there’s caverns hoarding gold
Between the two is an illustrious blue in a dome with mountains bearing fruit trees
Met with beaches of sugar and
lemon water
whispering secrets into the wind
That carries a scent of yeast rising
Toward the center of my city
Where crowds gather to break bread and listen to stories, trading pennies
The stones in the ground mapping the walking paths
are stitched together in patchwork of a quilt your grandma has
I follow the pattern to hole with a ladder
Where I confidently descend into a twinkling honey hued den
With my best friends all around me
We sing and drink and take the gold from the deep
To meld it into the library
Where hundreds of thousands of books stack through the pink clouds and up to the heavens
In our free time we read
To learn unspoken lessons
A very happy birthday to you 🥳
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happy birthday 🎉 best wishes and richest blessings upon you 🤍🙏
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