Déjà Vu Poem by Negar Gorji
Déjà Vu
Today,
My sight is more red
My hair is more black
Wearing my flowery veil,
Envying its flowers
That are falling in love.
I've found out
A rose bloomed in my garden,
Remembering something,
déjà vu's happening_
Everything was black,
Cries reverberating,
"This is the lastttt."
Staring at the rose,
Losing faith in everything.
No déjà vu, only the repetition,
Never comes the last scene.
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