Baskadia

In whispers of time, a tale unfolds,

Of lives lived before, in stories untold.

A tapestry woven, through ages past,

Where memories linger, shadows cast.

In dreams we glimpse, fragments of old,

Echoes of souls, once brave and bold.

A tapestry woven, thread by thread,

Each life a chapter, yet still unread.

A wanderer's journey, through time's embrace,

Seeking connection, across time and space.

In past lives we wander, through different lands,

Guided by destiny's gentle hands.

In ancient realms, we've danced and we've sung,

As kings and queens, our spirits sprung.

In humble lives, we've toiled and we've strived,

Seeking love, and lessons derived.

Past lives offer wisdom, lessons to learn,

Through triumph and failure, we discern.

For each life lived, a purpose unfolds,

A chance to grow, as the story unfolds.

Yet the past is but a memory's wisp,

A fleeting glimpse, that we can't resist.

For in this moment, we're here and now,

Writing new chapters, as time allows.

So let us honor our past's embrace,

But not be bound by its lingering grace.

For in this life, we have the chance,

To create new stories, a timeless dance.

Embrace the present, with open eyes,

And let your soul soar, beneath the skies.

For past lives may whisper, in winds that blow,

But the beauty is found, in this life we know.