As the river move with wind and leaving the sweet scent behind it ....it intent to stare at it and watch the sun become the moon with love as the whole sky is turning orange and little pink by the dark blue I feel it .....the wheather of love , of hope, of good things happening as this time begins and asked me to trust on it ....as I slowly trun to look and find the man standing there watching me accepting whatever is coming at me ......I no longer fear the love .....I want it beside me ...he slowly approach me ...give me his hand slowly but fully...I really love this longing....I hold his hands and now we both are looking at the sun becoming one with the moon ........
