Kerri Smith


Our Saviour

Dark grey skies just laying there
Bare, empty, with no substance to share
Slowly it starts, the twinkles appear
The stars come to greet the skies that lay bare

Shining so brightly, such beauty appears
The stars placed so highly so nearly not near
Twinkling there like a diamond just cut
The skies that lay grey lies there no more

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