Without you,
I am sad,
Feeling bad,
I am missing you;
Wooing long distance relationship,
Missing your hug and your kiss;
You are the blush on my lips,
You are the scent on my clothes,
You are my favorite rose 🌹
Without you,
I still love you 😍
Anita Bacha
Illustration/Photography/Anita Bacha/Hibiscus Hotel/Mauritius
The moon shines because it does not escape the night;
The rose 🌹 is scented because it has embraced the thorn.
Illustration/Photo/Anita Bacha/Great Wall Mutianyu/China
The sky is turning red and orange,
Time for the sun to set,
For the moon to rise,
The sea yawns, ready to sleep;
We sit on the beach,
My head leaning on your shoulder;
You read to me your last poem,
‘We will meet again!
I will write our love story again!’
Night creeps in,behold!
I cup your face in my hands,
Your lips are cold;
You turn into a handful of sand,
The last poem ends.
Anita Bacha
Illustrative/Photography/AnitaBacha
via THE LAST POEM
My sweet beloved,
Your lover dances,
Whirls and swirls,
On heavenly music;
Intoxicated with agony,
Your lover spins,
Twirls and swirls,
Longing for your lips;
My sweet beloved,
Dance with me
On this melody of love,
As I am in you,
You are in me,
You are the essence of the essence.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit Facebook
My sweet beloved
Dance with me
On this melody of love 💕
My sweet beloved,
Your lover dances,
Whirls and swirls,
On heavenly music;
Intoxicated with agony,
Your lover spins,
Twirls and swirls,
Longing for your lips;
My sweet beloved,
Dance with me
On this melody of love,
As I am in you,
You are in me,
You are the essence of the essence.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit Facebook
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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
