Wisteria
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The problem with true beauty is that you
Lose interest. You can look at it so long
But then your mind goes wandering from the view.
The truest visual beauty, though strong
As Samson-like wisteria, can hold
Attention only for a while the way
Delilah did. An image, though as bold
A pink as Christ’s creative words could say,
Is still wisteria of purply pink,
That perfect pink, is really nothing more.
Well, shape and texture, soft as richest mink,
And light, and hovering sky as if a door
To timeless heaven, these should make it last,
But soon attention lags. It withers, past.
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