The Sick Rose

[builder1]

J have for you strange poems,
but J don,t understande ,what ist about ?
Tell me what do you thing ?


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
O crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

the builder

[Gość: bulder dasz?]

Rzyc jes o trfodze! Camu sia s'miejosch?! =łaj?

[builder1]

-z gory dzinki ' zaproszom ci wpadnij
-pozdrow Boba z Katowic

The builder

[Gość: bulder gas]

Uon Ci do Bo'bu! Ni unos'ch si!
=mom s'pilki, do widzyni!

[builder]

J has for you strange poems,
but J doesn’t understand, what it’s about?
Tell me what do you thing?


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
O crimson joy;
and his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

the builder,



builder1 napisał:

> J have for you strange poems,
> but J don,t understande ,what ist about ?
> Tell me what do you thing ?
>
>
> 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
> O crimson joy;
> And his dark secret love
> Does thy life destroy.
>
> the builder
>
>