O rose, thou art sick"
The invisible worm
That files in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
what do you feel about this poem?
The invisible worm
That files in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
what do you feel about this poem?


