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A Crack In The Night. November 21, 2009

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.
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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?


Change October 8, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, poetry.


Hot sun, cool breeze; a warm bed of moss.

The shy blue sky, revealed, not revealed,

Behind a fan-dance of fir boughs.

Tears stream from eyes to ears,

Squeezed from a soul

Slain by the beauty

Of change.