She stood staring,   
the golden glaze glinting,  
as sweet as her dreams,  
but too heavy for her father's pocket.  
With tears tracing paths down her cheeks,  
she walked home,  
hoping that one day,  
the doughnut would be hers,  
just hers to eat.  

Eyes heavy with sleep,  
that night, dreams danced  
of a doughnut as grand  
as a merry-go-round.  
Round and round she spun,  
joy bubbling in her chest,  
each bite melting away  
the burdens of reality.  

But dreams, like dawn, fade,  
and she woke with a spark—even joy—  
murmuring to her father:  
“Thank you for the doughnut.”  
He frowned, confused,  
but smiled, patting her back,  
their morning routine humming along  
like a soft tune.

Through the shop they wandered,  
the air sweet and warm,  
different from before.  
A kind man offered treats,  
but her heart yearned  
for that special swirl.  
With a welcoming grin,  
he ordered the biggest doughnut,  
and in that moment,  
dreams became real, golden and glazed,  
her laughter ringing in the air,  
telling everyone of her enchanted night.

The man’s gaze softened,  
as he saw her happiness glow.  
Something stirred within him—  
a memory flickered back,  
waking from a dream where a girl wept,  
lost near a café, craving that sweet.  
He had chosen to buy for children  
who had nothing,  
yet here was the girl,  
the doughnut queen,  
standing bright amidst the pastries,  
her spirit undimmed, a light,  
uniting dreams with reality.