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your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
  Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Grace E
She wrapped herself in his words,
They fit her perfectly.
She danced in front of the mirror,
In her pretty new ensemble.
“This is what he thinks of me”
Is what she painted her lips with,
The cuffs that adorned her wrists,
A silken robe that glazed her curves.
His words were, a grand jewel hung from her neck.
& she was so proud to flaunt them.
  Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
the sound of your laughter is my favorite song and it's constantly on repeat in my mind.
Rochelle Foles Mar 2019
THE VAST ARID
LANDSCAPE OF HIS SOUL
THE SAHARA
IN A SANDSTORM
HER MEMORY A MIRAGE
water, shade, reprieve
he could no longer
find shelter in
this is from a poetry prompt on @RelisticPoetry on Twitter.  the pic for the prompt was huge dry sand dunes in the midday heat of the sun.
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