story #2

My writing is "FOR MY HONEY"
when the twilight and the fireflies meet like a moonlit night and so does the love that comes without knowing and goes without notice, when the moon's night comes and when the morning sun comes, life is always blocked with freedom, unlike a dream that always brings fantasy away and high to reach it, as we are united like the fruit and the skin and dragged by the wind. if the word bird can speak certainly dusk will not be lonely. for a moment I imagine how great unconscious love comes slowly and willingly sacrifices with the risk and love can also present even though can not have, just smile to see his lover happy, love has many challenges and privileges that were once together collapsed, love there is never a settlement and love does not understand the situation there is sweetness and there is a poison depends on how we address the problems in the relationship.