October 18, 20241 yr Member I'm sorry if there is a topic like this already. I didn't find. A place for poetry lovers. . 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.
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