Baskadia

Christofor

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Traveling in a parallel world I loved myself.

Narcissist? Unfortunately, this novel is not like that. Please read if you are interested. I'm sure you will like it. This story is about the best treasure I've found in a parallel world.

How can I Know He Loves Me Signs She Loves You

In This Post I Give You Some Tips to Know Signs That Someone Loves You Most.

A joyful day

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Attractions

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The general.

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What I wish for you

I wish to rain on you a shower of Sakura petals to keep your fire ablaze When it feels like You are in the middle of the ocean and your boat is slowly sinking down I wish to lead you to a field of sunflowers to fill you up with rainbows and sunshine When the clouds are black and you are lost and staggering in a heavy storm and I wish to give you A bonquent of white roses Whenever you let out a smile and you feel like a stray butterfly ~Zanur

The Last Supper

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Lili -fragments...

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I can't believe you're mine

It was a great, bright harvest time. We'd quite recently left the café. At the point when we strolled by, she had laughed and pulled me inside, saying, "Hey now, we should be essential white young ladies and get some pumpkin zest!" I could do without espresso. I won't ever have. Yet, when she gave me my cup and investigated my eyes while I attempted it, it was the best thing I'd at any point tasted. My hand actually shivered where she got it. As we strolled through the recreation area with our b

I love you

Love can conquer all just believe in the power of love and never give up

I love you but you just don't care

Loving someone while hurting yourself is a stupid thing to do, we were not born to hurt ourselves, even if we love that person so much

I miss you

When will you say that you miss me, that you need me

Billy I am here

Dear Billy Please be hurry Wannna say sorry So pick me hurry My love Billy You are so funny Don't be delay Pick me hyrry Don't be away You are my honey You make me happy Pick me hurry You are my billy Hug me honey Don't be worry I 'am here my Billy

IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE

In the eyes of the one I love, I see rainfall in the desert, I see peace in the storms, Everything becomes beautiful. In the eyes of the one I love, Sorrow leaves and joy stays, Smiles stream deep from my heart, The sun shines on everything I do. In the eyes of the one I love, I fly high like an eagle, Mountains become surmountable, My dreams become achievable. In the eyes of the one I love, I find strength when I am weak, Tears are but streams of joy flowing endlessly, My heart beats melodiousl

How I Wish

Wishing that the person you love will be with you forever

"Cyberspace: A love I found"

this poem gives content to a love that's found on virtual space

When I Hold You

When I hold you, the world grows calm, In your arms, everything turns gentle, The day's turmoil softens, a soothing balm, And I find refuge in your temple. Your embrace, a precious remedy, Against the troubles of daily grind, A tender haven, where love's the key, Where only peace and solace we find. When I hold you, I feel so strong, In this cocoon of tenderness, Worries dissolve, they're proven wrong, For near you, there's only readiness. It's in these moments, simple and true, That I find sola

YOU'RE THE LOVE I HATED!

Is it the obsession, Or the case is overrated. But I have to accept, You're the LOVE I HATED. yes you're the love i hated, a killing fascination, i self created. I always wanted to say this, but always felt, either it's too early,or I'm little lated. ain't matter it's only abhor you say, I'll always love you, my Rockstar Slay. I always stay in your honour, but to me you always FATED. truly i accept,you're the love i HATED. days or nights, it's only you. drowns or kites, it's only you. blur or si

I write to you

These years, they pass so quickly. I would be here, in this dark corner. Should in case you need me. Your presence I feel it strongly, like a ghost trying to touch the heart of the living. I know you keep watching, just in case I end up bleeding. So I write to you these words of mine. True art is not found in papers but in the heart of those who carry them. It becomes them. They in turn become art. I want you to see me for who I truly am. Look deeply at the works of my hands. Hold this truth wit