dont just read like and comment also.
Trapped in the closet of thoughts.
The mind traveled to the city of peace and came back with widen knowledge, Brilliant than before.
In the city of peace where the mind had cooled out for the moment a melodic wind swept across the brain with sweet rhythm riding the walls of the cranium.
Love language pumping through the heart, delivering emotional phrases into the veins.
No washed out old watermarks.
No painful songs.
No insulting words.
The mind take a peace break, it came back stronger and wiser.
Building thoughts, striving for better. Catering for the odds. Linking mind body and sole in meditation. Relaxing and unwinding. Travelers paradise.
Sweet smelling roses. The peace maker.
Tamica James 24/11/15