THE SICK ROSE
- Petrunjela
- Dec 31, 2018
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 20, 2019
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.
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
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