SelfPub: For You

But the world remained unshaken calm small waves rhythmically rolled against the shore and retreated behind rustled the huge feathery leaves palm trees, seagulls were added to the melody, their higher notes, and from somewhere in the forest was the muffled sound of urgency "wgyc ugyk" still unknown to her birds.

He was talking, no, shouting about his love these flowers silent, though no love all these romantic gestures even smelled.

I dreamed, and still dream about the simple things: a big beautiful house, garden, flower beds and lots of flowers in containers and pots. They are placed everywhere along the track leading to the house, on the porch (the house must be with open veranda), on the window sills.

For you I'll do anything. Even a little more than everything... and I don't need anything in return.