Feb 29, 2024
I'm so tired… we're always seem to be pushing the colossus of hate uphill, scrambling on shifting sand.
Written by Author, D. Denise Dianaty
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
I'm so tired… we're always seem to be pushing the colossus of hate uphill, scrambling on shifting sand.
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."