Warm memories

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 4 days ago • 1 min read

You surround me when

all the nights turn cold and dark

memories give warmth

Haiku

About the Creator

ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

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