Sterile

You are an ocean sterile of courage
The damage you forage
Using me to build your forest
All my love stowed in your storage
You’re now a florist
An apparition or permanent tourist
Loving you will make one poorest
Overgrown but rarely nourished
Your cold hand is never furnished

© Delia Ross. 2020

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