Above the city
the serpentine river;
the bridges crossed,
with loves of mine.
Lights twinkle
in shadow-waters,
I feel the touch
of hands, entwined.
Lower still,
and all the people
swarm along the river’s path.
I remember
how one evening
your whisper echoed,
as if you laughed.
What would you make
of all the changes;
iconic buildings
jostling for space.
And now the skyline’s
like Hong Kong island;
unrecognisable,
much changed,
erased.

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