The color of celebration isn’t in glitter or gold,
Not just in lanterns or silks we unfold.
It dances in eyes that sparkle with pride,
In arms that held on, never left your side.
It blooms in the smile of a dream come true,
In mentors who saw what you never knew.
It shines on faces that stayed through the fight,
Not just the winners, but all who gave light.
It echoes in laughter, in claps that resound,
In tears of joy where love is found.
Be it birthdays or victories, quiet or grand,
It’s the hearts that gather, hand in hand.
It’s in shared sweets and songs we sing,
In moments that make our spirits swing.
In parents who cheered, silent but loud,
In friends who stood like a steadfast crowd.
The color of celebration is love in disguise—
A mosaic of effort, hope, and highs.
Not in décor, but in stories we share,
In journeys completed with soulful flair.
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