Habitat of the Mind
At times the mind is a wild horse.
Sprinting over the plains in a thunderstorm.
Sometimes it's a willow in an angel dream...
Dancing merrily above a mountain stream.
But mostly it dwells in the misty dells of somewhere in between.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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