Stunning Flower Wall Wedding backdrop is now available to hire
for your A Australian wedding event. Our customized floral walls
are decorated with original, high- quality silk blooms &
blossoms to fit in the class of your event & match the
prestige of your guests. We also have stable metal-made, pop up
frames loaded with floor weights for additional support. Soft,
exquisite & enticing Floras by us deserve- well to be placed
at the fronts & on the sides of the frames for perfect finish
& style. For your weddings, engagements, baby showers,
birthdays, promotional events and any reason to celebrate, our
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Price quote depends upon your location. Drop us an email to
enquire with date and event location details at:
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' If I
Told
You A
Flower
Grew
In A
Dark
Room
, Would
You Trust
It ?
'
YOU, WHO SMILES LIKE A FLOWER, IF YOU TOUCH ME; FLEETING, FRAGILE, WOULDN'T YOU JUST CRUMBLE LIKE A FLOWER?
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You compare me to a flower. But the thing about flowers is that we uproot them for our own pleasures. Pull them from their own wants, their own needs. We take them from where they’re grounded, where they’re safe, where they have grown and made a life for themselves and place them in a pot on a shelf. We take them and destroy them for our own selfish desires. Call them beautiful. But that’s not love. And I’m not a flower. I will not be taken from where I am, where I want to be, to decorate the sill of your bedroom window. I will not be labeled as ‘pretty’ in the last days before my leaves shrivel, before my petals fall, before my life runs out and you find someone else to use as decoration. Love me, you say. You want to uproot me. You want to change me. But I won’t let you. Your love is just like the flower you want me to become. Something that looks pretty, for the time it lasts. Something to adorn your life, to make it beautiful. But kills me in the process. And I won't be destroyed.
—
Marisa Donnelly
A flower
can't
choose
the
place
where
it blooms, and
a child
can't
choose
the
parents
she's
born
to.
Deep in my bones
I can feel
you.
