The music echos in my mind
from a ancient and distant time
Regressions of a past I see
Dancing in my head, they come to me
I hear the piper, prancing in the streets
Familiar tunes, I can feel his beat
Of ancient ones, I hear the call
echoing through the temple hall
The love and beauty in every note
Embarces me with warmth, like a cloak
The beat goes on inside my head
Of this distant time, weaved and webbed
LisaMarie
Reason for writing:
Past Lives
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