Dejavu
That face, I have seen.
Familiar this place, where I have never been?
I’ve heard before, these words of love.
I’ve sat on this chair; have walked on this path.
In yesterday, this new child born.
I have read the news of tomorrow’s dawn.
Or maybe, just, these words make sense.
A flash, a glimpse, or cognizance.
Copyright © Gavin Joachims | Year Posted 2015
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