days are the cells
months are tissues
years are skin
when days turn to years
years turn to decades
decades to centuries
where will we be?
may be we are suspending
somewhere in the atmosphere
or in the exotic new planet?
please enjoy the poem of exploring the unknown in this video
whereever we are, what matter is with whom we are with to complete our destination as a perfect God’s humans sampling
this poem is a poetry of fantasy
thank you
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