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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wisteria? Or Wysteria?

Arms drape, like a ballerina's pose
Limber fingers, dangle with purpose
Head, tilted, face serene
Shallow breathing, soft summer breeze

Hip jutted, supporting swaying body
No turning, daintily moving in place
Colorful nail polish, a soft shimmer
Imitating tree's dance in the wind

No matter how hard I try
I can't capture the beauty
Of the picture in my mind
The scent of the blossoms

Wisteria, Wisteria, why so evasive?
Your bows so full of glorious color
Yet, you remain one of the quiet
In a sea of green

Wysteria   x

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