The seven moons align,
on the planet dakmar,
the year thirty seven ten,
in the orion sphere.
The planetary observers,
warn of gravitational pull,
as the waters float in air,
and the sky is always blue.
Sunrise fades quickly,
as it rains fish,
birds walk on the ground,
it is simply safer
All of nature glides along,
no footprints to be seen,
tree leaves fall upwards,
no raking we have to do.
No loose clothing is worn,
as it shall wrap around your head,
the seven moons align,
every thousand years.
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Absolutely breathtaking. Thank you for entering this in the contest. Best of luck.
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That's a wonderful take on the pic. The imagery is incredible. I loved it. Best of luck in the contest.
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