Stardust Poems Novels & Stories

“It carries them across oceans, weaving them into the breeze. I have a wish...” > “That this moment stretches into infinity.” > “That our fingers stay entwined. That champagne never stops fizzing.” > “And if the world calls us back?” she had asked, voice trembling. > “We’ll defy it. Dance on moonbeams. Sip stardust. Let the yacht carry us to places where clocks are only ornaments.” > “You’re a poet.” > “Only when I’m with you.” > “Do you see that star, just above the horizon?” she had asked. “It’s ours. Our secret constellation.”

At this moment, the silver light in the mountainside glowed fiercely more than ten times, and even strange holy hymns floated out. When Alex turned around, he saw that all the seven Stardew fruits were ripe. Each of them had strange runes flowing on it, entwined by the power of laws and dotted with the mist of stars. If he looked at it carefully, he was like gazing at the distant universe in deep space, mystifying yet unusually brilliant.

‘Outruns are numerous earthly affairs. The poem was from the World Universe! It was a famous poem by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty, ‘The Immortal Magpie Bridge’. The entire poem sounded as such. Deliberately made are drifting clouds. Comment by Ryan Lee: suggest to DB this poem incase there is a future reference Comment by Su Yi Lee: ok Dints of regrets lie in shooting stars. We travel in secret along the Milky-Way. When autumn’s breeze encounters a dew of jewels.

She would wake up crying and would be relieved when she realised that it was just a dream. When things got tough she would just look at the stone and imagined her life would shine like that one day. She would lift the stone up and recite a little prose they used to sing at the lower primary level in her school. The verses would go like this " twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above in the world so bright, shining like a diamond in the sky. Then she would turn the stone up and down in every directions. It would sparkle like the rays of the sun. The rays would bring hope to her.

He cleared his throat, "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a hundred winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the twinkling... stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He looked at her, awaiting her remarks. "You tried, you really tried but you made some errors. It's not I ama hundred winds that blow, it's I am a thousand winds that blow. Again it's not I am the twinkling star that shine at night, it's I am the soft star..soft star

Let’s take a walk by the sea-shore, Spend hours collecting the choicest pearls, Gaze at the starlit sky and try counting the stars; Meet in the streets, explore unknown lanes And find each other lost in one of those; Tell stories to each other, of the pauper and the hazel-eyed princess, And of all that add colour to life, But let’s not say: we are in love! Let’s weave millions of thoughts at leisure, Frame and reframe our lines a thousand times, Think that we’ll share those with each other in the next Spring

So I'll memorize the constellations of her freckles, The sound of her laugh like distant thunder, The way she sees beauty in broken things.. Especially in me. And when darkness finally claims her, I'll remind the world that even extinguished stars Send light traveling for centuries, Illuminating paths they'll never know they touched }

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ I sat on my bed, my laptop in place as I read through the post I'd written just moments ago. /Metropolitan Muse Hey, Muse Squad! I’ve seen falling stars before—small streaks of light cutting across the sky, gone before you can even make a wish. But last night? Last night was different. Dusty Creek continues to surprise me. I expected quiet nights, crickets singing in the distance, maybe the occasional hoot of an owl. I didn’t expect to witness an entire sky full of falling stars, each one burning bright before vanishing into the darkness.

The astral winds carried these words, leaving us to decipher their meaning amidst the cosmic expanse. As we ventured further, a celestial phenomenon unfolded—a manifestation of love's essence in radiant hues. "Love, like stardust, weaves tales across the astral canvas," murmured one of us, their voice a melody harmonizing with the cosmic energies. The guardian, attuned to the cosmic frequencies, nodded in silent acknowledgment, hinting at the challenges and joys that love would unfurl in the astral journey.

“The god that flies on the wind, exchanges an oath with fate, The god travels on the wind with its roaring wings. The light of the beginning sparkles.. sparkles.. The light of the end.. lulala lila. The flames of hundred of millions of lives, fall smoothly and became stars. Flowing, flowing, they are beautiful, And then once again, in the cradle of life and death. They froth slowly. Sing. Sing now these two wishes, Strongly.. strongly shine the god of heaven, They speak of eternity.”