A Crack In The Night. November 21, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.Tags: blanket, night, poetry, sunset
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The Earth turns, the sun recedes and the blanket of night descends
like the closing of a coffin lid.
Light and dark, night and day, black and white, right and wrong, alive, dead, pretending.
It’s all relative, isn’t it?
Little Bang Theory 
too cool!