Without Earth

Without Earth,
The opportunity of flight,
Lends the shaping of wrists,
Into swan necks,
And a flurry of wing tips,
Spread and pierce the arms and shoulders,
Into the white and red plumage of an
Adventurous sky.

From hell a glass of water looks just like a glass of water.

From above it looks like a sparkling gem in a red desert.

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