Souled Aragon

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❝ cold water ❞
by: caelīna aesthète

i was a thorn in a red rose
frozen water from the north
pale color in a greenery
the sour in a sweet pastry

once a scar on a flawless skin
a conflict between perfect things
shattered glass on a feather
thunderstorms in a fine weather

i was a stain in a white sheet
a danger in the mountain's feet
cold breeze in a comforting heat
the poison in a cup of tea

a risk for ones fruitful life
the mistress for a faithful wife
i was the everyone's problem
just like a global warming

cause I'm a green grass' dew
raindrop of someone's blue
cold water for someone like you
i just hope all of these are untrue