Saturday, June 4, 2016

Short Story - That A Crow Will Smile Like A Dove

That A Crow Will Smile Like A Dove



     With my very big wings, I flew across this town in the midnight to do my job. I love the night so much as its atmosphere is always warm and safe to me. The midnight gives me freedom to fly, to walk, to swim and also to breathe. I often think that my love to the night is caused by my background that tells the fact about the darkness. I was born into the darkness, at least the darkness that always be a part of human thoughts.