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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-05/6:29 PM
If you used 'seasoned' as a synonym for 'seasonal' (not correctly, but in poetry it could work) don't you think it could well be a 'seasoned' mate? May be the two people met only once a year.
And 'seasoned' could mean 'evergreen' or 'experienced' too. May be he was (or could have been) a seasoned partner to her.

Such a tale might seem unimaginable to many but it's not so. For some people their first love is the love of a life-time for them. May be a wastage, but that's how it is.




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