There are hibiscus bushes in my garden.
They bloom today, wither tomorrow.
Their colors are cheerfully bright;
Petals are velvety, thin with energy.
Yet they live only for one day.
Wrinkles appear on the faces next sunrise.
"Sigh!" What a pity! why not stay?
They have no worry, nature was made.
When they're alive, they live fully;
Give them all, for Creator's glory!
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Whispers and Echoes Issue 3
RandomWhispers and Echoes is an online journal of short writing and poetry. This issue features the work of three talented writers. Issue 3 - Spring 2018
