Deja Vu

To walk a mile with you
Over and over again
Holding hands, crossing the bridge
in the rain

To talk and smile with you
Over and over again
To learn new ways to be; to live
and love again.

To know, yet act naïve
To see, yet remain blind

Are these ways new to me?
Or are they as old as time?

The answer lies

beyond a Lie,

Deja Vu.

by Rosmin Elsa Mohan

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