You open to me in the heat of the sun,
Your purple color runs in my veins,
Your beauty is a divine perfume,
My life is imbued with your quintessence;
Once you teach me how to dance,
We twirl and we swirl in the wind,
A joyous song in our heart,
Heedless of the hammering rain;
Secretly in the chill of dusk,
You fold your dying petals,
Enclosing me in the depth of your soul.
Anita Bacha
anitabacha.com
Photo credit: Raj Swami
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Author: Anita Bacha
Creative and inspirational writer and poet, I love to write. I am also an addictive reader of novels, poetry and children story books.
I am the author of Soul Poetry a book of inspirational poems, verses and quotes (2015)
The Maker of Miracles (2006) and My Journey with God (2008) are narrations about my journey with my spiritual guru.
Nowadays I am trying my hand at love poems and stories for children.
Hope my followers will love them.
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So beautiful..i can perfectly smell the flowers..
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Many thanks for visiting our garden and for the charming comment 🌺❣️🌺
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Your writing here is almost hypnotic (in a good way) 🙂
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Thank you so much for commenting!
The Hibiscus 🌺 flower, as you probably know, lives for only one day when it blooms.
In the photo, the Hibiscus 🌺 is soaked in the rain ☔️ and won’t survive the day!
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I LOVE Hibiscus, and didn’t realize it lives only a single day–my, that makes it even more exquisite…and evokes a wealth of inspiration for poetry! 🙂
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