Her name is music.
Wisteria.
She flows as a melody,
cascading over fences, undulating in the breeze.
Wisteria. Catch her quickly!
Her flowers are fleeting,
taunting me to stretch toward her,
to breathe in her scent.
Wisteria.
Dressed in a sweeping gown of purple and white.
The delicate dame,
releasing her petal charms, floating to my feet.
A little poetry on the fly.
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