I'll hold you back
If the fever strikes
But rest assured
That these nights
Shall be mellow
As softest daisy
Cease all sorrow
For rose reverie
It's not delusion
Simply blithe air
My companions
Would be spares
Do not turn yellow
As old bibliography
For on the morrow
You have no worry
The plague passes
Medicines battled
Retreats en passé
I will be Nightingale
I can hold you back
When fever strikes
For I am your cure
And I shall go fight.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
