Beautiful Stranger
Beautiful stranger
There's a stranger in my mind.
We accidentally met for
Professional assistance, but
My mind seeking for
Social aid.
Nevertheless we've been
Helped by a beautiful
That locked my mind.
Means to meet that
Beauty was clicking since
We left there with
My mind locked by crystal
Sparkling shining eyes.
But won to face that
Padlock again and failed
To find a key to open
And lock my heart inside.
Again turning back
To those memories and still,
Thinking to twist your hand
A little bit like old-fashioned way
But the word ABUSE
Is refusing to go that far.
I closed you inside again.
Cinga about Cinga became
A habit when I think about
Going there again.
Her name was Cinga,
A beautiful Stranger
In my mind!
By Thembelani Nqaba
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