the mulberry tree
i'm walking freely until i saw a mulberry tree it caught my attention it's calling my name that make me wonder how it know it i nod and start to take a step closing the distance between me and it the branch is waving and i wave back i can't help but chuckle at it funny miracle the branches hugging me making me feel at ease at least it offer me it fruits i accept it i started to eat it is very sweet but turn sour after it can't help but remind me about my feelings who might be the same if it was a taste the tree keep my company for long now it's a final day i think to myself i wipe my tears and sit under it the branches hugging me it know what i need i start to give in and trusting it more but suddenly it gripping me choking my neck until i'm suffering gagging for air but i can't say nothing because it help me first when i'm at my lowest i can't help but make the tree feel pleased with everything it did even it comes to end my dream i suddenly wake up i'm under the tree without any bruises and a sense of harm well it is just a dream under a mulberry tree.
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