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Synastry: The Learning

Poem #3 in a series on love and astrological alignment

Photo by Mark Tegethoff on Unsplash

His heart is
like an archer aiming
hitting the bullseye because
he must
every time.
Like a flickering flame
growing intense,
then shrinking soft.
Like a scandalous joke he made
speaking freely to the crowd
meant only for you to understand.
He magnifies the energy of the masses
and ignites the world around him




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Alexandria Roswick

Alexandria Roswick

Top Writer in Feminism. Blogger for Say It Loud Space (UK). Trauma, relationships, and analysis of media and culture.

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