I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling

In the vast oceanic universe starfishes are the stars in the sky of the shore...

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Dust is the parent of a star!

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

We must remember that the sun is a star, but not all the stars are the sun

My heart can feel the softness of a starOnly when the moon stays afar I lay my mind on the pillow of skyWhere sleep dares not ever to pry

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars