The days have changed spirits,
Rage grows unseen,
Hatred can’t see itself in filth,
The lie is truth and truth defiled.
Why today should I find
Such a feather from the first sky.
Why today this immaculate thing
Like the infant feather of a cloud,
To offer me the light of the moment
For having kept my own mind.
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Salvatore Ala 
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Thanks so much for your lovely comment. Haven’t heard of such a contest. I am happy you like my blog. Cheers.
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