Deja Vu By Anita Sehgal
Something stirred within me,
A memory, faint as the footprints on the washed out sand
… Déjà vu
Like waves which yearn to touch the sky,
Like a river which races to loose its identity,
Like the flames which consume.
What is it that I left behind which bothers me so?
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