Kumasi

i remember
that rainy night
in Kumasi
and we ate
from street vendors
and danced
as the rain
poured down
with strangers
in the warmth
of an
African night.
and when I
hear the songs
of that time
i hear your heart
calling
to me
across
the time
and distance
and troubled seas;
i know
so certainly
that you,
wherever you
are,
you are
mine.

Linda Tauhid

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