Vujà dé
I led you down to a
Small pub that I know
By the sea,
But when we got there
It felt like my first stare, for
I was staring, with new gazes, all around
And though I am certain that here I have trodden
My feet felt these grounds like the touch of a virgin,
New routes were watered, and thus newly sodden
With new thoughts conceived within this new emerging,
I have absolutely no memory of this place!
Although I know that I have been here before.
© Jules Willocks
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