Plastic flowers on my head
You never bothered to inform
That flowers of life go on to decay
As time and the alike storm, sways away.
So I crafted my crown...
Exquisitely out of plastic flowers
And now I'll wear it through the years
Till the colours fade and the fabric tears.
Copyright © Cloud Fever | Year Posted 2025
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