Evening Glory

As the evening’s softy falling
Pale green white blooms
Begins to unfurl
Waiting for darkness 
To open, to unleash
A musky scent that moths come to 
Moths that flutter in the shadows
Hiding from moonlight
Come to taste the blossom’s nectar 
Like syrupy languid music
Heard in the midnight. 

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