blind Devotion

A little dove was flying through
Enormous deadly storm.
From hot and burning, mortal war
It was carrying a letter home.

The bravest bird repeated to itself:
"I can... I'll cope with all!
My strenghth is in belief in good
And it won't let me fall!

I must deliver words of life,
No one can it but me.
My mission is not to let my hostess cry.
I'll be whom she expects me to be.

She has a loving. gentle heart,
Her feelings are clean like sky,
Her smile for me is the greatest award.
To recieve her pain i continue this flight..."

The lightning suddenly appeard
In front of his flight track
And everywhere the thunder was heard
And the sky became deep black.

The rain got up. The bird tried still
To make its way through fate.
It was afraid of this God's will
But only decreased the rate.

It couldn't stop until its flight
Was broken off by God:
The lightning beat the bravest bird
Directly in the heart.

Bird's soul was desperately crying
It fell down to the ground.
It couldn't know that it carried the letter
Which his lady wouldn't read better:
It was the death of her husband about.

                26.09.2011
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