Dejavu
Slumber;deep slumberI slipped into;
Seeing that dove fly
High above the ageless sky;
I knew,
I had seen that dove
On the eternal clouds above;
And as the sun shone bright
On my fungus-ridden memories in delight;
I knew,
I had been there
Which are now memories bare.
I knew;
Sometime long ago,
I had heard the same wind whisper
I had relaxed under the sky sombre
And watched the clouds so amber;
When i knew,
I was about to wake up from slumber.
Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-06-12 at 12:26
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