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A Summer’s Night
Do you remember those summer nights?
The kind that smelled like fresh-cut grass
and whispers of jasmine on a lazy breeze.
We’d sit under stars, no agenda, no plans,
just the hum of crickets keeping us company.
The air was warm, but not stifling —
it wrapped around us like a familiar hug.
“Look at that constellation,” you’d say,
pointing at a scatter of stars I never recognised,
but nodded at anyway, just to keep you talking.
There was magic in the way the moonlight danced —
not just on the horizon but on us too,
reflecting dreams we hadn’t dared to speak yet.
It felt endless then, as though time would pause
just to let us hold onto that fleeting perfection.
“Do you think life can always feel this simple?”
I’d ask, my voice barely louder than the breeze.
And you’d smile, not answering,
because we both knew that simplicity
was the gift of that moment alone.
