Perhaps, Maybe

Perhaps, there was an immaculate world of such, where sins would not find its way, an enigma.

The way of the above marveled her.  The mighty hands that threaded the way of this world, to where she was sent with a purpose, an unknown purpose.  

With her feet above the world, hers jingled for adventures and all the more.  Like a naughty little elf, escaping from life of the pole to a life she was never meant to live - a life where cupids blessed, a life where angels sang, and a life where the church bells rang.  There were more than cupids, of angels, and of church bells that she could have known.  

For her, she was made only witness of the surpassing moments.  There were plenty of people like herself in this world where she had yet learn to accept.  Some still in search of the mystery.  Some like her, wherever it leads, she shall go.