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There is dancing.

A night in an icy land.

They are spirits-

ancestors of high realms-

gathering, around

ceremonial sun flares.

 

Green luminous rings

of star trails,

forming foxfire

and fire dragons, whisking

into atmosphere

their celestial tails.

 

Shimmering filament-

in the vast firmament.

Iridescent signs.

Streaks of neon,

a surreal reflection

into the strange horizon.

 

I danced phenomena-

To the mystery

of the northern lights.

Warping time

Of years beyond

your polar shadow.

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