African Encounter

African Encounter

I saw you standing there

Waiting for somebody

And though we never met before

We said hello and kissed

Like it was the natural thing to do

Between a black man and a white woman

Countrymen, tourists in Africa

We danced on the beach that night

At a bonfire, to the sound of drums

On arrival back home, there was only

A nod and a smile for goodbyes

There are no real strangers

Only those whose paths have yet to cross

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