A stroll in sleep in another world
That was not, but still was mine
A cookie of chance, in purple daze
Stories of rhythm in ecstatic glaze
Four years of revered and cherished pages
A world weaved in nine rhymed stages
A warm-flour scented tale of 27 books
Where anecdotes tell of word-held nooks
A redolent street of sweets in unknown words
The day breaths of light from two varied worlds
The enchantment of mundane, potent with smiles
Beryl-balanced and tranquil adventure for miles
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