_“We ___

_all look _

_the same in _

_the night!”_ She breathes,

voice trembling in low light.

Gloom creeps, curls round us both

Silhouettes swim, swing and sway so close

While a zephyr playfully _t i n k l es_ some wind chimes.

Inching forward, hands outstretched, her fingers lightly brush mine.

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_“We_

_Might all_

_Look the same _

_In the night, however…” _

Her jasmine scent draws me

Unerringly to her like a beacon

Her lilting voice is a familiar melody

She fits so snugly into my waiting embrace

In deepest night, I would recognise her every time.

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