Goodbye to the Moon

The sun is shining. The planet moved. The moon fly around the earth. Trees exhale oxygen. A ruler called another country a dirty word. The two who were parked in the car told him to say good bye to the other. Say goodbye to the lives they want to live together, love of cultivating among them, scars of the backs of midnight, soft gloves of the waist while sleeping, and the sound of snoring that keeps him awake

One day Mr. Miller reported on a wonderful ship to the edge of the world. He tried to say goodbye to the moon, but when he saw him in their normal gas lighting, by convention, the moon could not be found anywhere. Mr. Miller wrote a note soon and informed him that he will not come back for a while. The edge of the world is a dark place full of mystery, so if that rumor is true, the moon of blood is dominated there. Mr. Jing soon found himself on carpet, beach, and heat source. In each of the markets he visited, the beauty and glitter of the landscape was reflected from him. Others stared at his mirror and stared. Sometimes they will see themselves Sometimes they see fairy tales. Sometimes they will glimpse the moonlight, but only one second

We kissed everyone, we saw goodbye and tripped over the night. When I go home along a walk, our neighbors occasionally play Mexican vagrants, occasionally popular songs from the 80's, and sometimes Christmas songs. We highly appreciate the decorative light, but I looked for the moon and my only star. I found it, closed my eyes, I thought about Northern California and made a wish. Someday I will live there and know that I will become an artist like Mary.