A feeling I had before,
A sense my mind recalls,
The unclear memories of my past,
That a piece wished to fall;
It was experience, I thought it ends,
I then no-more can pretend,
The mist of the past tingled my nose,
grabbed from my garden a bloody rose;
It came back, I felt so true,
Every little event I was through,
My eyes gazed to my amaze,
I then realized my Deja-vu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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