The Moon lights the path in the sand
where you walked. Water fills those footprints
like sand filled cups. I could drink from those
sole shaped prints knowing you once
stood and created those indents.
The moon is in your eyes, and I've
fallen for you which is no surprise.
About the Creator
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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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