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The moon is out, The stars appear. You hold my hand, You drown the fear. The planets twist, The stars turn. Your presence is enough, To prevent a stomach churn.
The glimmering, cream pearl that shines among the velvet blue, Surrounded by little sparkles; the transparent drops of dew.
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#phrase A lonely soul in black abyss, The shooting star creates such bliss. The brightest spark up in the sky, Illuminates the mind and eye.
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They say we're made from stardust, We all came from shooting stars; I believe not all can see How special we truly are.
The stars in the sky shine due to compressed gasses at distances further then the reaches of the imagination.
Your words of honey drip like nectar From the bow of your mouth. Galaxies collide inside my chest; Painfully tight, a lucid occurrence of myth Or of science. Or of a dream at unrest.
I wonder how lonely those stars get, Hanging so far away, half of them have never been met. And it's a wonder they don't just drop from the sky, I hope none suffer from vertigo, up that high.
I love it when the stars Are twinkling in the night, And how they wonder around the moon, Shining there so bright.
Lie with me, naked together. Gazing at the stars. Look at the wonder of the universe. Jupiter and mars. Constellations move. Just like us passing time. Here just holding hands. Yours surrounding mine.
A shooting star: Falls upon the ground. Soft in the moonlight, Begging to be found. Whispers of a star, Shooting through the sky. No trace of happiness, Just soar and fly.
Hello, goodbye Can you see me as I fly Right on by Like a satalight, oh so high Tonight Count the starbursts as they align Pick a random thought that crosses my mind Picture this, picturesque...
There's a giant that lives in the sky. The moons just one of his eyes. The atmosphere is his dark skin, And the stars his freckles, like pins. The planets make up his face.
My fickle eyes can barely make A distance in the sky's black lake. A blur, a smudge... But not suffice To see a glint in rings of ice.
Millions of shades of grey make up the mysteriously beautiful planet mercury. Ancient Venus hangs eerily in space tentacles of acidic cloud obscures it from view.
Midnight black's the color you are. A mere simple canvas to show off the night. Little yellow dots twinkle in your darkness. A white little crescent shines brightly in the center. Forever you will be.
Sitting in the garden star gazing. It's strange to think that all those tiny twinkling dots that cover the night sky are giant balls of gas, billions of miles away.
Tiny patterns across the sky,. Twinkling softly, they never lie,. Their mother, the moon, a wonder to behold,. Far more beautiful than anything you've been told,. The stars shine for you and me,.
Shining star in a cluster of black. Thinking beauty is what you lack. But you twinkle up there,. Some shine in the air. And thats the way I see your soul,. A savior in a sucking black hole.
A million stars in a starstruck sky, There's one for me and you, When you die you join those stars, And become a star anew.
The atoms that comprise life on earth, the atoms that make up the human body are traceable to the crucibles that cooked light elements into heavy elements, in their core under extreme temperatures...
She chased the evening sunlight, Amidst the clouds and blue, She watched the gold rays fading, With her face, a face of rue. Her own light shone so differently, A silver to the red.
I'll be outside when I remember you, Blowing kisses at the Milky Way. I'll be standing on top of houses and scaling branches until I see night transform to day.