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Chris LaCivita, the American strategist who has taken over the leadership of the DP and its allies' campaign in the May 11 elections, through social networks, seems to have sent an artistic and coded message to Prime Minister Edi Rama. By publishing the poem "The Owl" by author Edward Thomas, LaCivita seems to have returned an ironic response to Edi Rama for the labeling that the Prime Minister has given to the leader of the DP, Sali Berisha.
"Listen carefully to the call of the owl," is the message given in the poem, while it continues, "the forest sleeps in deep silence."
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Owl's Whisper
Inspired by Edward Thomas's "The Owl"
In the quiet of twilight, when the shadows grow,
A soft, murky stream is heard.
A silent song, a sound that follows you,
As darkness envelops the sleeping earth.
A feathered body, with watchful eyes,
In the moonlit sky, it flies lightly and quietly.
No worldly worries, no human prayers,
Except for the peace of nature, open to everyone.
The forest sleeps, in deep silence,
But in the owl lies a destiny that stays awake.
A guardian spirit, wise and old,
A whispered story, brave and heartfelt.
He sees the world differently than others,
In a world of whispers, as dark as night.
And in his song, a light grace,
A silent witness, of time and long reach.
So listen carefully to the owl's call,
And let his wisdom touch us all.
Because in his song, we find a truth,
A peaceful comfort for our soul and mind.
The Owl's Whisper Inspired by
— Chris LaCivita (@ChrisLaCivita) May 4, 2025
Edward Thomas's "The Owl"
In twilight's hush, when shadows grow,
An owl's soft hoot, a somber flow.
A silent song, a haunting sound,
As darkness wraps the sleeping ground.
A feathered form, a watchful gaze,
Through moonlit skies, it softly sails.…
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The Owl's Whisper Inspired by
Edward Thomas's "The Owl"
In twilight's hush, when shadows grow,
An Owl's soft hoot, a somber flow.
A silent song, a haunting sound,
Nor darkness wraps the sleeping ground.
A feathered form, a watchful gaze,
Through moonlit skies, it softly sails.
No worldly care, no human plea,
Just nature's peace, for all to see.
The forest sleeps, a peaceful state,
But in the Owl, a watchful fate.
A guardian spirit, wise and old,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
It sees the world in a different light,
A world of whispers, dark as night.
And in its song, a subtle grace,
A silent witness, time and space.
So listen close, to the Owl's call,
And let its wisdom touch us all.
For in its song, a truth we find,
A peaceful solace for the mind
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