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Synastry: The Understanding

Poem #2 in a series on love and astrological alignment

Photo by Lenstravelier on Unsplash

His soul is
Like a most gentle sluice
of lucid brook water
to soothe your wounds.
Like the dewy raindrops
that dribble into your arid throat
like revival.
Like the curious bluebird,
forever remaining on the fence as he chirps
his carefree melody.
Then he stops to listen readily
and share minimally.
A jolly idealist




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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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