Kings and queens or the infamous dictators couldn't have blessed us with the seven wonders of the world.
They were obviously constructed by the alimighty dream makers.
Into the cosmos their visions would eventually take us.
Now what awaits us is just pure speculation.
For any man women or child to be able to brake this atmosphere would be simply amazing.
Close your eyes and you could pick the location.
With all this said it's just one complication.
With every dream maker comes a dream taker.
Please pardon my rude awakining, but if hell was on Earth, who do you think would play the part of satin?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem