Baskadia

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

Amidst the mist

The morning's so chilly Can't even get a call to Billy For my hands are frozen My eyes blurred seeing everything in a dozen I hear raindrops on my roof But sleep still grips my soul Evident in my sluggish eyes Which definately tell no lies My body lays horizontally Tired both physically and mentally Can't even manage to go to the rally Nor do a simple mathematical tally I await the sunshine To shine its ray so fine So that one day i dine With the most expensive wine

Love’s Flame ❤️

Here's a short summary: "Love's Flame" is a heartfelt poem that celebrates the power and beauty of love. It describes love as a guiding light that illuminates life's journey, a bond that stands the test of time, and a flame that burns bright and true. With its uplifting words and soothing rhythm, this poem is a tribute to the enduring grace of love. ❤️

The Unwavering Flame of Faith

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young woman named Elara. She was known throughout the village for her unwavering faith. Her belief in the unseen, her trust in the intangible, and her devotion to the unknown was an inspiration to all who knew her. In a world where doubt often clouded hearts, Elara's faith burned as bright as a beacon, guiding those around her through life's storms. Elara's faith was born from a simple childhood encounter. When she

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The Self worth

Angel in flame

Don't judge me yet Listen to my story first They caged and broken my wings Now all i feel is the unending pain from the blisters around my hands. Don't burn me yet I was just here to dine and wine But they stole my identity and feast on me. Now as I burn to dust, remember my face The next time you see me, I won't be the angel you once met.

EMBRACE ANOTHER MISTAKE

Today, We Ought To Embrace Another Mistake In Order To Learn A New Lesson Required For A Newly Changed Life.

Horse with landscape

White mist

Acquaintance Party

This party has been implemented for the students who are studying hard for their future. It has been implemented to give them happiness for awhile.

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Good

Beautiful view with the mist in the morning

Flame Rose

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Mist Fog

Anima Sola

Anima Sola ( "lone soul" or "lonely spirit") is a soul suffering in purgatory. In the most commonly known image of the Anima Sola, a woman is depicted as breaking free from her chains in a dungeon setting surrounded by flames, representing purgatory. She appears penitent and reverent, and her chains have been broken, an indication that, after her temporary suffering, she is destined for heaven.

Biomorphism, a Miko is standing in front of the fire Phoenix in the heaven garden

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Flame Phoenix

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Being strong isn't about you're not scared and strong enough to be scared Being strong is about being scared but you know you can start a flame And you'll make the people believe that you're not afraid Without telling them anything in any way Some of them will think that it's the light that give you, your strength So they will try everything to get it for their self gain Then leave it for the selfishness in their veins Because you know you've already know how to make a light And your fire will lost its light if it's not their shine