March 10th, 2018

fish

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Wet,pouring slighty rain over these southern stones ,these sidewalks which have seen too many steps ,so many footsprints when staring the water till there is no more horizon…

The place which  once i dreamed with anxiety for your first touch into my skin,a day of joy ,excitement and you on the other side ,walking with me side by side wondering ,feeling the coldness of my hands…

I stared ,i almost felt your breathe ,your wonderful presence …what a day of wonders ,day of unexpected feelings for those yet to come…

And in a day over this sight ,these benches,this southern light ,this History untold ,this space invaded is only ours ….

It is painful beholding ,but is freedom to feel you …