Burnt and Cold Consumed Timber Heartless Soul In My Tomb And Hers Nonsense Lies Happy Mess Is Unknown To You Anger Hatred And Only Never Faith Maybe She But Hope Is Gone All Lost To Die In Her Arms Lies Or Mine To Me Turns Away.
By D. Kwong Waye
I Think WAY Too Much!
Burnt and Cold Consumed Timber Heartless Soul In My Tomb And Hers Nonsense Lies Happy Mess Is Unknown To You Anger Hatred And Only Never Faith Maybe She But Hope Is Gone All Lost To Die In Her Arms Lies Or Mine To Me Turns Away.
By D. Kwong Waye
Hi everyone!
Here’s this week’s Picture It & Write:
In a parallel world,
Where animals would talk,
Where we would live by night and sleep by day,
And girls and boys would be equal in any way.
Maybe for some of you it’s not Wednesday yet, but here it is, early in the morning! Thus it’s time for… a wordpress Weekly Photo Challenge! (to see my blogging plans for this year, check out The Art of Planning a Blog)
This week’s theme is beyond.
And here’s my photographic interpretation:
This photo has been taken from my roof
I’m slowly getting back to blogging after an awesome weekend at the Tamassa hotel, and I’m soon getting back to visiting your blogs.
Meanwhile, here’s a poem of mine that I wrote not too long ago, which basically on the idea that perfection doesn’t exist, not even in Heaven.
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A Two-Faced Heaven
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The doors to Heaven open to a white light
Blinding; angels of perfection
Pouring a liquor of bliss and bright
Pride into our hearts and soul.
Some great expectation
And excellence is believed to be in our control.
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