Napowrimo 8- Déjà vu

I come here each day
In a wistful hope
A small portion never mind
I still dream about it more.
Toiling hard with my family,
We carve this place into a mould
And a déjà vu moment,
We see the mould come to live,
A bunch of saplings tumble out of its roots.
Copyright ©2016 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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