brick oven blue sky
the
scent of gingerbread
everywhere
said
i
what
two rivers flow
through
my soul
a river made of molasses
a river made of brown sugar
together
make a river
the
taste of gold
while
the
sweet atmosphere
marinades
through
the
glistening yellow light
of
my spirit soul
with
delightful jubilee
Poetry
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