Two Flowers From The Same Garden

We shared the same garden,
Before the fall of Angels
And the end of Eden.

From us came sacred flowers,
With precious petals that crumbled when held,
Blooms that might have flourished
If they'ed been left 'unattended' by others..

We were two flowers from the same garden,
Who by our nature disintegrate on touch,
But need to be touched
And touched
And turned into the finest most beautiful dust.

by Charlie Galan

Comments (2)

So very much of a relationship relayed in so very few lines. Your poem is deeply moving with the last stanza truly memorable. Thanks.
A very nice write with a great truth behind!