Beware of my thorn,
handle me with care.
Remember, please, that I was born
for the touch of your hand, cold and bare.
I may not offer you safe shadow,
for I am not as sturdy as a tower...
But if you come see me at the meadow,
for your hair I might have a white flower.
If need be, let me fall and die and burn,
smoke and spread the quickest fire.
Have my warmth and sweetness in return
for the chance to rid you of evil and liar.
09/05/2019
terça-feira, 14 de maio de 2019
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