Deja vu
Have you ever seen a peony under a candle light?
It makes the space mystical.
A safe enchanted heaven.
I feel that I was here before
Back in another time,
Back in a different century,
When people believed in magic.
Then we were together
you kissed my forehead while I was reading my book,
Paradiso by Dante.
You we were looking at me like I was a precious jewel,
A jewel that you would never want to lose,
Something you bury with you,
Because it is a part of you.
You were looking at me like I was the one
The one that brings light into your life.
Copyright © Izabela-Georgiana Bran | Year Posted 2024
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