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inkedsolace Mar 15
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui échappe mes mains,
mais reste en mes yeux,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
ces fantômes qui me moquent,
leur distance plus grande que je peux imaginer,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui danse en soirée,
et parle avec le soleil et la lune,
et je sais que c'est une folie, ce souhait,
mais j'aimerais manger les étoiles.
doing a little poetry unit in french class :)
Le français n'est pas ma langue première (c'est la troisième langue que je parle)... donc s'il y a des erreurs, je suis désolée.

Translation into English:
I would like to eat the stars,
that escape my hands,
but remain in my eyes,
I would like to eat the stars,
these ghosts that mock me,
their distance greater than I can imagine,
I would like to eat the stars,
those which dance in the evening
and speak with the sun and moon,
and I know it’s crazy, this wish,
but I would like to eat the stars.
  Mar 15 inkedsolace
Lizzie Bevis
No,
not every poem
needs to bloom
with romance
to make a heart grow
full and wise;
There is poetry
found in survival,
in unhappy endings
and goodbyes.
Not every poem
must woo the reader,
or make their yearning soar,
some poems taste
like bitter coffee grounds
and nothing much like love.

©️Lizzie Bevis
  Mar 12 inkedsolace
nicole
3-8-25   11:59pm

she opens the door
and invites him in
she leaves it open
for him to decide

stay
or
leave

which will he choose?

but it doesn't matter
because she has herself
her beauty
her grace
her humor
her integrity
and most importantly
a huge
beating heart
filled with love
  Mar 12 inkedsolace
Arthur Vaso
Inside a single tear
       love sat quietly
drowning
          eternal silence
              the tear became two
so that love could
             dance then die
in a dream
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