Ghost Hibiscus

there is a ghost hibiscus
(proud and tall)
who teases always its little sister.

Itching the ears of the earth
with its talk
and
dreaming, as they say,
the birth of fire
and the death of man
it reluctantly tells us
about ambitious fears.
 
In color and fortitude
this beast
is inquisitive to the brink.

All the while wind slowly rolls up hill
against the odds of coin.

 

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