On January 22th, 1922

On January 22th, 1922.
A day existed like any other days.
It was dark.
Trying Simply to be White,
Falling among stars to catch the brightest one.
Getting lost is another way to say "searching for a way"
Finding the brightest one is the only way to enlightens the rest.
Here I was gone again, looking for the truth of divisions
of other divisions within one race!!!
Trying to solve this Case?
Here I was again, Getting Lost among the worst.
And unfortunately they were the best.
The Day's been growing Whiter and whiter.
It was born dark but now after Tweenty Three Years
Of Days and Tears.
It's becoming white, bright with no frights or fears.
I found the brightest one.
And simply it had been there written everywhere.
Nowhere in the sky, all didn't care.
It only exists on the zenith of all Creeds.
It needs no seeds
And Indeed it feeds my needs.
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