The night has been incarnate, the rush of the wind is increasingly wrenching the heart because of the silence without any disturbing sound. There is only the sound of the heart which has been depicted and implied singing.
Away over there was the sheen of a star whose light was chanting melodious poems. Until everyone gets stuck. Nothing strange here, it's just the geteran heart that jerked the daydreams. It's beautiful ... When the heart has awakened the soul also come to feel, maybe it's time we feel the beautiful appearance of sheen shades of stars.
