Peace of Mind (Pt. 2)

July 30, 2015

Peace of Mind is

Sunday morning neo-soul.

Brown skin; Limbs and lips

Puckering to sing.

The smell of a mother's love

Caressing everybody.

As a breeze flows through the open window

Accompanying serenity.

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