The one who steals the rose in your garden,
Also steals the thorns.
Anita Bacha.

The one who steals the rose in your garden,
Also steals the thorns.
Anita Bacha.
Behold the first turn of the autumn leaf π
From green βοΈto amber light,
From yellow to rusty veins;
Behold the game of life,
Like the autumn leaf π
We have lived,
Knowing life is a gift π of God,
Gracefully, we detach,
We take our leave,
Make way for new leaves ππΏππ
Anita Bacha
Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany
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 πΉ
Without you,
I still love you π
Anita Bacha
Illustration/Photography/Anita Bacha/Hibiscus Hotel/Mauritius