Haiku for her
Calm. Aware.
By Raith C. FrancisPublished 13 days ago • Updated 13 days ago • 1 min read
Her memory is
alive inside me, and this
Is what gives me warmth.
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Thank you. We keep them alive inside of us. Even if they are with us. Especially if they are not. <3