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You are golden sand,
I try to hold you in my hand
but you slip away
through clasped fingers,
but after you go
the feeling always lingers.
--
You are warm sunshine,
I feel you touch me
and warm me so.
But night always comes
and you always go.
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You are a raging ocean,
your currents run so deep.
When I ride your waves
I feel the pulse of your flow
so intensely I could weep.
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You are a clock upon the wall,
your hands tell the time.
I want to stop
and live in this moment
making you forever mine.
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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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