Whispers from forgotten...
In whole universe a pale blue dot exists,
back to billion years and oldest stories,
where life took form a wondrous event,
letters of which are now clearly being sent,
Blood running in veins bright and red,
comes from the heavens above instead,
where stardust forms each and every cell,
a close relation, an unbreakable thread,
Centuries old our life seems to be,
though hints are given through the skies and seas, that we come from earth not earth from us,
a fact to be known, a duty to reimburse,
Fallen like an angel, the spirits guide our way,
born from the soil once rich and sane,
cherished by the pixies from flowers of heaven,
a planet known for life, now forgotten...
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