Out of mind…
Sometimes, when prompted I go out of mind I’m not in yours, or mine but unconfined I roam across the lake into the sky where lambent moonlight yields a resupply . . . . . credits: Beleaguered Servant
Sometimes, when prompted I go out of mind I’m not in yours, or mine but unconfined I roam across the lake into the sky where lambent moonlight yields a resupply . . . . . credits: Beleaguered Servant