Déjà Vu

Déjà Vu

She zooms across her mind

like tracing the scattered clouds

that once were an infinite whale

They are flitting and huddling with strangers

until creativity dries up

She is no longer sure what she’s seeing

Only self-doubt befriends her

 

She pines for déjà vu

As precise as possible

As lovable as possible

She is sure that winter doesn’t forget

to bring spring

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