The flowers woven into her long ginger hair
The delicate fabrics of her dress flair
Her beautiful skin soft and fair
One has no choice but to stop and stare
A basket of flowers and fruits rests on her arm
Blissfully,her life has been peaceful and with no harm
Her face showed serendipity
Her eyes radiate warmth and utter beauty
But she was an offering
Between heaven and earth she was hovering
Her soul lost forever
With no comforter or lover
An offering to heaven was her body
Pure and no forms of evil or folly
Just her wholly and solely
Chin up high,she walked into heaven boldly.
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