at pride ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ

at pride its fun to be swaying with the breeze

the smell of grass and cooking food

music bleeds from the souls of performers

entrancing bass reverberates through the valley

a boy wears a rainbow of yarn and flows with the music

glitter creeps into every crevice of grass

stray boa feathers strut the well worn footpaths

declarations of love greet you at every vendor

even unpleasant people couldnt ruin the mood

i feel myself bloom

coming out to play before the night ends

and a door opens

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