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phases of futility... (Free verse) by Bhaskaryya

I am to you but... Wind to the hill every touch changes course of my life and yet moves you not rain to the swan a delicate fantasy a seasoned mate but too much is never enough passing zephyr to the old oak that stirs up the leaves and after the momentary rustle loses itself within echoes of silence...

Bhaskaryya 10-Nov-05/8:01 AM
The '...' shows the story continues. It's a never ending cycle!




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