*A Pigeon*

~The gliding pigeon, fell out of the sky
So beautifully executed, as she drifted low from high
Out of the misty cloud she descended, so effortlessly in front of my eye
It was a sunny noon, yet my sences weren't bothered by the accute rays
For the kind pigeon humbled the sun with its marvelous occupying wings.
The falling pigeon, glided down the sky
She made it look pleasantly easy
A priceless painting in my vision . . . has rised !
And from the deepest, darkest well in my heart
A beam of light . . . has shined !
Thank you my dear pigeon
not only you have cleansed my Soul
but also . . . freed my Mind.