Buenos Aires

Buenos Aires

A Poem by Yahallo
"

Random memories of our lives and deja vu. Nothing important yet I remember it.

"
sometimes,

sometimes i open my window

fresh autumn air tickling my nose

some kind of nirvana this is

deja vu in my lungs

somehow, i can remember the day

i was a kid with a ball in my hands

curious and confused

by the adult world

© 2018 Yahallo


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Added on February 18, 2018
Last Updated on February 18, 2018
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