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.
A Two-Faced Heaven
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.