The prompt this week at Verse First is a free write with the words
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As the rain splashes against the window and I gaze out across the greenfields
I thought I saw you standing there looking back at me
I wonder if you remember the time we cycled in the streets of Chichen Itza
The wind blowing through your hair as I sat in front and watched you
We were young and free and life was ours for the taking
We roamed the streets with carefree abandon
Life was simple and yet immensely kind
We had dreams in our hearts and a spring in our step
It mattered not what we did because we enjoyed each moment
And life itself was bliss
I remember a lifetime where we were masters of our entire destiny
We closed our eyes and with our thoughts created magnificent cities
With a wave of our hand we could manifest all we desired
We painted the streets of the universe and created worlds at will
Love and kindness were the only skills we knew
We were in worlds unimaginable and glorious
We were radiant and magnificent.
Where did these lifetimes go?
What became of those worlds?
Where do these thoughts come from? and why?
Did you plant them there as you watch me from somewhere?
Is there some reason behind what I imagine now?
The rain splashes against the window and I gaze out across the greenfields
I am reminded of a time
When we once danced under the rain
And floated little white paper boats in the puddles that formed
I watched you run under the sun and under a blanket of stars
I saw you joyfully gather up the yellow marigolds
And drop them lovingly into my open palms
I remember the joy in our hearts and the light in our eyes
And the awe and wonder with which we viewed our world
And not on a care in the world did we have.
Life was good.
I remember ... and I live again.
Is this myth or is this real?
Did I live these lives and in these worlds?
Or did I imagine it all in my head?
It matters not, for through this to happiness I am led!
One Single Impression - Myth
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