Bad Poetry Thursday – Stars

City lights from above.




Stars above,
Stars below.

Scattered about,
All in rows.

Magnificence of God,
Best laid plans of man.

Both beautiful,
Pieces of the plan.

Below and above,
Surrounded by light.

Riding the big bird,
On a clear, cold night.





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