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On the edge of every day, she minted herself new dreams which she skillfully filled with hope and faith.

I wrote about you, then I met you. I want you to be real. I want your hands to be honest and your touches intended. I want to be your air and your only death.

My desire of knowing your mind was too big for me to just watch you. All I wanted was to walk thought your mind, from side to side of it, constantly.

First I wrote about you, then I met you

Prvo sam pisala o tebi, a onda sam te upoznala

Why do I think I know everything? I really do not know anything, and I am going nowhere, and I don't know where I am going or where will I end up. Just don't. Don't ruin my footsteps, do not get involved in my chain thoughts, don't damage my daydreaming. Think of yourself and let go of my hand. Goodbye. I don't know where I am going.

This is a story about her. A girl who was finding happiness and beauty in flowers, nature, people , music, dance. Simply, she was finding beauty in everything that surrounds her. She found the beauty in life, then why the beauty is not found in her?

I love to write because then my feelings finally get to pour from my body , heart and soul, otherwise it hurts. Hurts, my whole body, heart and soul

One flower thousand feelings

She lived her own world. People do not hurt people, people are loyal and faithful friends there , love is eternal .. Flowers are the only thing that calms her now.

Men, with nice touch and hands,they don't know how to love.