Deja Vu Days
These days seem familiar
Like my messy hair,
Each memory; a strand of hair
Every brushstroke
I see flashbacks of renowned moments
Distant memories; they begin to fade
Every brushstroke
Putting my hair in place
Now looking like beauty and grace
Ready to begin my day
Copyright © Oriana Lezama | Year Posted 2021
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