Lotus flower

In her sacredness she gave
Light , beauty and peace of mind.
In loving was how she spoke,
Hate had lost a home.

Sitting in the midst of war
Dressed with unforeseen desires,
She opened up her arms wide
To give rest to pests.

There is life that looks like death
And people we wont forget.
She made her mark, soul on soul.
She is beautiful.

Miidong