Immune

Why do I get jealous of another’s bloom?
Does the sun fair her more than the moon?
The way I see for her you croon
Though to my love you are immune?

© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

No rest for the wicked, no peace for the lonely…

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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