do you believe in past lives

Do you believe in past lives?
Like i have met him over and over again in all the lives i have lived and survived
Like his fingers have brushed against mine everytime he passed by me
Like our names have been changed,
Like perhaps his sur name became mine, mine became his but still we have always been the same people writing love ballads in different places
Like he has known me in all the lifetimes
Like i have seen him before
Like he knows me well and i know him too from the way my name slips over his tongue
He calls me and the voice echos in my heart 
                                                       — soulmate

There something that i failed to put in words, maybe a thread or a bamboo rope that ties me to you. No matter how farther you go, you come to me, i come to you in all the lifetimes.

Like the first snow
Like the first rain
Like the early springs
Like the late autumns 
Like ending winters 
Like beginning summers 
You will leave again this time too
And i'll wait for you to meet me again
Like the second snow
Like the second rain
Like the late springs
Like the early autumns 
Like the beginning winters
Like the ending summers
I'll see you again
                           — i'll miss you in between all                                         these phases

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