The Mulberry Fairy
The mulberry fairy,
Is dyed to bright red cherry;
Boiled, weaved and pressed,
Drapped without getting stressed;
So beautiful, that its killed,
Another human behaviour, I am puzzled;
As the world ignores the sin,
The thread lengthens in the spin;
Gone, before wings to gain,
But alright dyin',
As the lady in mirror looked fine;
Maybe a thing of beauty is a joy forever,
Only if the human eye catches it, never.
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