This year flew by. Hopefully I filled it with meaning.
Poem 224 of 365 –
With every step I slip away
Every breath is a bill I pay
Every memory a dream too late
And only fears are here to stay.
~ Essie
This year flew by. Hopefully I filled it with meaning.
With every step I slip away
Every breath is a bill I pay
Every memory a dream too late
And only fears are here to stay.
~ Essie