Poems ✍️
  06.06.2025
  14

Author: William Blake

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.


  Rose Decay destruction

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