It is something in the air, That tells me this is a deja vu, But then it is you, That changes the air’s hue, From sepia to a tone, Of...

Everything seems like a taunt, For that one in many foolish act, How I wish I could disappear, After doing a thing like that. A wish out...

It was all deja vu. The road, The lane, The trees, The weather, The wind, The song I hummed, You, me and the sunset. Your hands brushed...