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Twinkling stars up in the sky. Higher than you and higher than I. Peeping out from midnight blue. A deep and velvet wonderful hue. A streak of stardust cuts through the Night.
I look up and see the moon. And wish to sit upon. Watch the world below. And see it moving on. I look up and see the planets. A different place to go. Run along the dunes of Mars.
We are the stars, There are millions within the galaxy, We stand strong within the sky, Held together like epoxy, We make up constellations, Like Ursa Minor and Major, The star signs come from...
I am the moon in the night sky,. I share my domain with the stars,. The sun is on the opposite side,. Wrapping the world in its sunny scarf,. I light up the darkest sky's,. I signify the night,.
"The stars are jealous. Everyone knows it." "I think they're beautiful." "Of course you do. As I've said before, you find the beauty in everything. No, stars are jealous.
Hey Mr. Moon, why the long face. Whatever is the matter, Did you fall from grace. Hey Mr. Moon, nice craters and dust. Your contours so edgy, Like handmade pie crust. Hey Mr.
#opussweeklychallenge Oh Valentine oh Valentine Say you'll be mine; Say you'll love me forever Until the end of time.
Shining bright Through the night See the light What a sight Sometimes they come down to earth Always to leave, go away You know they can't Yet you still ask them to stay They never stay on...
I stare at the twinkles above Following the dots to you. Question wanders in my mind, Are you gazing at these, too. My eyes dart and find Pegasus, You probably found Big Dipper.
#colourchallenge. #inmemoryof. There's something about the stars tonight. Shining perfect in the sky. The clouds no longer block my view. So I shall count them all for you.
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. From behind the clouds and out of sight,. Is the moon taking its place in the night,. Completely full not at a crescent,. I can't see it but I feel it's presence,.
When you look up at the sky on a cloudless night, All you you see is black. But when your eyes adjust and you look closer, you see little specks of light. They're the stars.
As I looked up to The dusted sky A shooting star Went blazing by, I wondered if You'd travelled far Just to burn up, Dear shooting star.
Lying in the grass looking up... Oh how I wish I could fly. I want to get closer to the twinkling, blinking specks in the sky. There are way too many to count as the night goes by.
Why does the night stand for hell and evil and day stand for heaven and good. I think it should be just to opposite. The moon is a cool, calm piece of our home that drifts across our sky.
There's a sliver of the moon. Hanging in the dark. A mile wide night sky papercut. Bleeds black and leaves a mark. We call it a crescent. It's a hammock for a star. When it's feeling weary.
And an infinity implodes...
Star Light. Star Bright. Dark Blue. Midnight. Silver Flecks. Night Sky. Up Above. So High. Twinkle Here. Twinkle There. Starry Shapes. Everywhere. Stretched Across. Velvet Sky. Midnight Blue.
Shimmering, amber light lights the cold, onyx night. Delicate rays incrust the obsidian heavens with sparkling, golden light.
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand.
"Is anyone out there?" I issue my daily cry to the universe. But the only voice that responded was the feeble echo of my own voice. I can hear the desperation in the sound.
A constellation lighting. the midnight sky. Like precious gems that. tantalise the eye. Patterns that adorn the. earths canopy. Calming the heavens and. creating an amnesty. A magical haven, in the.
(Edit: I have added definition of light year and other stuff which I think may be of benefit for non-geeks.) Have you noticed that during the day it is light out side and during the night (for most...
The beauty. In the sunset. Soon to disappear. Lest we forget. The wonder. In the sunrise. For some it seems. Too bright for their eyes. The softness. Of the clouds. The white ones so calm.