just as they bloom so beautifully in their prime, it seems that there is still that sense of beauty as they die. the soft petals become even softer and more delicate than before, slightly wrinkled in appearance and limp, it seems almost graceful.
there is something about flowers... their vibrant colors, their fragrance, their implied meanings... we put them in vases, press them in books, and dry them to keep forever. we want their beauty around us always, and yet, like with all living things, they die. but interestingly enough, it is still beaufiful.
Hibiscus 'Hawaiian Sunset'
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