Two flowers

by on October 20, 2016 :: 1 comment

Two friends, two days,
Two ways, two lives.
Too late to be like two flowers.

Things were said,
Said was thrown,
Hurt was gifted.
Too late to be like two flowers.

Two friends, one day
One way, one life
To become two flowers.

Fallen leaves,
Dried out roots,
Trampled under dirty boots.
Too late for two flowers.

– Sakazaf

editors note:

Indifference? Betrayal? How fragile our bonds can be… like these two flowers. – mh clay

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