Miranda

Mon, 12/30/2019 - 13:07 -- evacado

O, Father you are a great planter 

You’ve planted my seed in this island 

and watched me grow into a tree

Untouched I was, and rooted down

Not one thing could taint me

You say I am one rich, good gift

Yet, when my love wants to carry me 

off, He struggles to lift me away

You are the one who’s tainted my love

Twas innocent like a new bud bloom

But you picked and played with your fingers

You could not keep your hands impassive 

You’ve tainted and painted my life 

green. Made me a poppy lulled by thee

 

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