Unlikely

Seasoned, 
a red hibiscus 
will ask for a white name― 

in winter. Like drinking 
night, under the moon 
for a torn meniscus. 

How far was the skyline? 
The snow wants to reach 
the ultimate blue. 

Water cries for a 
beautiful weep for the sun.

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[CJ43223]

I can feel a sense of sorrow in the poem. My interpretation is that the red hibiscus wants to be loved? Excuse me if I get it wrong. Thanks for sharing.