Once and twice, whereupon the mulberry bush I go, chasing for berries, those so sweet and gulp,
gulp,
down they go, with sweet nothings they return to, disappeared now and forever.
Tiredness results as the clock turns the hour, and I close an eye, exhausted and no more. Time passes and I grow old and weary, yet the bush remains
Sweet, never changing, never changing, and it seems my work has all gone to waste as I have nothing in my possessions now,with only heart ache and a selfish demeanor, yet no joy lights up
My mind, much lesser my heart, as I remain
alive.
Time passes no much longer,
and it is the end.
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