The fall comes in my garden as a sorceress
The sky covering the morning sun with a thick dimness
Broom sweeps, leaves and flowers fly off in a maelstrom
Cold downpours freeze the subterranean thunderstorm
Birds flee up in the skies with a scream
Trout hide under the stones of the stream
I look full of hope, my love, at the radiance in the horizon
No matter the rain, the cold, the melancholy of the autumn season
Whatever the absence, the long days of waiting, the starless nights
Whatever the tears, the suffering and the frights
I wait, mad lover that I am, for your return in spring
Linger for the promised kisses, the delirious frolics in the field
I dream of the elating scent of the rose on your tanned skin
I dream of poppies crushing on your mouth my stolen longing
Anita Bacha
Illustration/Photography Anita Bacha
Beautiful crafted words🌹💐👍🏻
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Many thanks !
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Beautiful poem and loved the picture
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Thank you 😊
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