this shape they call heart. this flavor they call chocolate– not brown though but white. red caramelized sugar coated rose at one corner with string traverse through the cream-plain. bits of shredded coconuts, almonds and cashews rain-showered over. it was tickling when the name of the birthday man was spread at the end of the jelly green string. on my the snowy creamy plain stands the candles–don’t know to count. happiness showering all around.
the family celebrating. the man whose name I– been inscribed with though– look pensive.
a medium of joy;
a sign of happiness I’m. under the breath humming the song
here comes the shiny thing.
distribution follow shortly.