Below is one of the contest entries.
Traces of pain When I was a little girl, I learned so well That people can be the most beautiful gift But also they could become in trash, all bliss Because some of them, I had to say "Farewell" Even now, all those facts look like a deep well Events happened so fast, as a weapon hiss. I just remember that I saw a light big Suddenly All looked weird, as under a spell. Many people passed away in that instant elders, young, kids, no matter the age, they died All was chaos, destroyed... Nothing warranted. Houses, trees, animals and people outside scattered in anywhere, join dreams grievant... and those were alive with lots of pain inside.
— Soraya Vivas
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