Re.TiReD
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Be Beautiful in Spirit Because is Beautiful
The stars in the sky are so beautiful, there is no doubt about it. Their beauty takes the breath away. It varies according to the time of day; it is different from morning to evening, from sunrise to sunset, from a moonlit night to a dark night, from a clear sky to a foggy and cloudy sky. It may even differ from one moment to another. But all of it is beautiful and breathtaking.
This one star that is twinkling here is like a beautiful eye shining with love. These two stars standing alone have slipped away from the crowd to converse intimately with each other. This constellation of stars grouped together like a circle of friends chatting at a party in heaven. This dreaming moon, wandering from night to night, sometimes shining brightly and sometimes dimmed, sometimes like a newborn and sometimes slipping away as if to oblivion.
This vast space, which the eye can never tire of looking at its vastness, eyesight can never reach its ends.
It is all beautiful, and man can only look at it and ponder, but he cannot describe it with words that he possesses.
:wasalamex
Be Beautiful in Spirit Because is Beautiful
The stars in the sky are so beautiful, there is no doubt about it. Their beauty takes the breath away. It varies according to the time of day; it is different from morning to evening, from sunrise to sunset, from a moonlit night to a dark night, from a clear sky to a foggy and cloudy sky. It may even differ from one moment to another. But all of it is beautiful and breathtaking.
This one star that is twinkling here is like a beautiful eye shining with love. These two stars standing alone have slipped away from the crowd to converse intimately with each other. This constellation of stars grouped together like a circle of friends chatting at a party in heaven. This dreaming moon, wandering from night to night, sometimes shining brightly and sometimes dimmed, sometimes like a newborn and sometimes slipping away as if to oblivion.
This vast space, which the eye can never tire of looking at its vastness, eyesight can never reach its ends.
It is all beautiful, and man can only look at it and ponder, but he cannot describe it with words that he possesses.
:wasalamex
