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Soft pink gyrating in the twilight.
And pale cream swimming in the moonlight.
I reminisce our journey of months and weeks.
And the memories we made at the creek.
I remember the feeling of nothing to prove.
And the melody that compels you to move.
I miss song of your laugh and scream.
And the strangeness of skin on skin.
I wonder about the familiarity of secret meetings.
And the sweet emotion that was our greeting.

By Tokoni O. Uti.
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