Floret’s Melancholy

Finally comes the long awaited,
Wind feels tender, sun gold-plated,
I open my wings to bloom to the hilt,
My beauty unfurl the way I tilt.
Lads and lassies rave about my allure,
Deluge me over whom they love pure.
Resting on their heads, I feel proud and gay,
I sing out my heart, dance all day.
But who can deny the truth of life,
Yesterday a mighty clavier, today a broken fife.
All my glory shattered with time,
Withered I stand, without any rhyme.
People then wore me as tiara snarled in thread,
Now all my charm is gone,
Crushed under the feet, I lay torn and dead.

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