Poems About The Stars の小説・ストーリー

Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, ‘Till the sun is in the sky As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveler in the dark. Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

The stars, dotting the firmament like shimmering diamonds, evoked memories of times past, precious moments he held dear in his heart. Helena, appearing like a gentle apparition, broke the silence with her warm presence. Her soft steps echoed in the backyard, a gentle echo filling the space between them. As she approached Bruno, she found herself enchanted by the same spell he was experiencing, sharing the fascination for the starry sky. “Everyone has left,” she said softly, her voice echoing like a gentle melody in the quiet night. “What are you doing out here alone?” Bruno turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the brightness of the stars. A tender smile curved his lips as he explained his

"Mister handsome... I believe the stars are similar to humans. When you're famous (a star) and no one knows who you are... you get sad, you feel like you're not doing a good job, and this also applies to those who aren't famous." As I drew his attention, my voice trailed off. "Can you see the sky? All of the tiny sparkling lights you see are known as stars, which means they are famous, but the rest of the world refuses to recognise them." I explained calmly, allowing all of my words to sink into Arthur's mind. **** Author's Note: Hello, readers. This chapter is meant to encourage you to look up at the sky. Why not try getting lost in the splendor of the night star?

The tranquility that enveloped me, the intoxicating melodies that serenaded my senses, and the weightlessness that elevated my spirit - they were all gifts from the night, lingering long after the stars faded into the dawn. Another light wave of breeze danced past me, my hair dancing with it as I felt every single hair on my body standing at the sensation. A smile tugged at corner of my lips as I raised my hand in air to the sky, cupping the stars and closed my palm. The stars spoke to my soul like no other, they remind me of Mama.

"Describe something." I gently take my place beside him. "What do you mean?" "You always make the simplest things so intricate." I rest my head against my pillow and glance over to him. "Okay, well, the night. The sky floats above like a inky mixture of endless possibilities. Millions upon millions of stars—like a artist took white paint and splattered them relentlessly at a black canvas. Each one could hold different words, and they all drift above in an array of lights, shining and dancing, triggering emotions. The moon, silver and sliced, casts its unearthly glow down on us like a spotlight on a stage. You feel as if your life is the main act, but it is not, it is part of exhibition, and

Kaleb said almost speechless. He never had anyone say anything like that to him. It was more Kaleb why do you keep doing this, Kaleb you're going to put your father into an early grave. He shook his head as he thought. He turned his focus onto the stars because he wasn't sure what to do with himself. “Do you know anything about them?” Danica asked him with a smile on her face as she looked up to the dark night sky. “Bits and pieces, I know where the north star is.” Kaleb said his eyes were studying the sky.

You're the sky ruling over the stars. Noah didn't say anything for a while and then praised, "That was nice." Tears pricked my eyes, but I smiled ruefully and said in a shaky voice, "I wrote this poem when I was ten based on what my sister had said that night. It's always easier to remember poetries for me since I even sing this when I need motivation. When I have given up on my life, but need to-to just push forward." Noah just hummed as we both looked at the stars, lost in our own world, maybe somewhere beyond the world where we weren't broken. Then suddenly, I recalled something very important that broke my reverie. I sat up crossing my legs and took out an envelope from my pocket.

Noah's POV My body felt stiff and ridged as I came to. I could smell damp earth and the rank stench of death. Old decaying death, not a fresh corpse but something else. As I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings. I realized I was in a decrepit old shed that barely managed to stay upright. My arms were fastened behind me with chains. "Ah, rise and shine sleeping beauty." called an enchanting clear voice.

Even bringing daisies, her mother’s favorite flower, to her grave. Calleigh glanced at the daffodils poking through the cold earth nearby. Just a few weeks ago, the ground had been covered with snow. How had time fled so fast? Why was her pain still very much present in her heart and didn’t go away with the passing of time? Why was Gabriel still so alive in her memory? Her baby was due any day now. Her fatherless baby… It had been such a long lonely winter. Snow everywhere… Then fog and neverending days and sleepless nights filled with tears, pain… Filled with shattered dreams about him and her…

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.