7 June 2012
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.
An Offering • Opuss № I