星星
A people without poetry is like a night without stars.
One must have chaos within oneself to give birth to a dancing star.
The night is a great poem, and the stars are its verses.
The night is a great symphony, but the stars are its notes.
The night is a great canvas, but the stars are its paint.
The night is a great theater, but the stars are its actors.
The night is a great library, but the stars are its books.
The night is a great cathedral, but the stars are its windows.
The night is a great temple, but the stars are its candles.
The night is a great city, but the stars are its lights.
The night is a great forest, but the stars are its trees.
The night is a great ocean, but the stars are its waves.
The night is a great mirror, but the stars are its reflections.
The night is a great teacher, but the stars are its lessons.
The night is a great book, but the stars are its letters.
The night is a great poem, but the stars are its words.
The night is a great dream, but the stars are its reality.
The night is a great silence, but the stars are its music.
The night is a great mystery, but the stars are its clues.
The night is a black flower that blooms with stars.