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(a second time posting) T'was a short poem I was reading... I had started writing My comments, When... Along came a very strange feeling, With very strange thoughts: "This... has exactly happened before... This poem...I have read before... Written these very same thoughts before!" Over and over, I blinked... had to make sure... But, all at once... one brief moment... I found myself seated beside a grand piano, By a wide ostentatious stairway, In a bright, candle-lit mansion... But, stranger still, while I was writing, My eyes strayed to my right, To a mirror by the wall... I saw a handsome young man, With slightly long curly hair, Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt And a pair of dark pants, Holding paper and quill, Looking back at me. I was staring at myself!!! I was holding the paper, Where I had written my thoughts, About a poem titled, "....WILT...." Sally Copyright November 5, 2013 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan :::::: Below is Timothy's poem, the reason for my "Deja Vu." WILT The wilting of the flowers; Ephemeral bubble bursts; The last grains of sand run out;— I wilt just like flow'rs. ~Timothy~ Dodoitsu. © Timothy 30 July, 2013.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
DEJA VU?
(a second time posting) T'was a short poem I was reading... I had started writing My comments, When... Along came a very strange feeling, With very strange thoughts: "This... has exactly happened before... This poem...I have read before... Written these very same thoughts before!" Over and over, I blinked... had to make sure... But, all at once... one brief moment... I found myself seated beside a grand piano, By a wide ostentatious stairway, In a bright, candle-lit mansion... But, stranger still, while I was writing, My eyes strayed to my right, To a mirror by the wall... I saw a handsome young man, With slightly long curly hair, Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt And a pair of dark pants, Holding paper and quill, Looking back at me. I was staring at myself!!! I was holding the paper, Where I had written my thoughts, About a poem titled, "....WILT...." Sally Copyright November 5, 2013 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan :::::: Below is Timothy's poem, the reason for my "Deja Vu." WILT The wilting of the flowers; Ephemeral bubble bursts; The last grains of sand run out;— I wilt just like flow'rs. ~Timothy~ Dodoitsu. © Timothy 30 July, 2013.
Unbelievable....but true... Some years ago, I was reading Timothy's poem titled WILT.... I was typing my comments, and in a split second, I suddenly found myself there....in that strange setting.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
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