Is life just a metaphor How many times have we met before? Only friends or so much more I recognize your eyes, scent and aura Deja Vu, I know you The same blame game we go through Something old, nothing new Round & round, this loop de lu Birth blooms, life consumes Past lives and what we knew The bad times, the good ones too Deja Vu, I've known you When your pen wrote poetry Parchment inked in blue Angelic golden wings Heaven you hovered into Are we are flakes of snow Mildly melting below Distinct drops of colorful hues Distant or not, I will never leave you