Sweet Cinnamon

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What makes me content is wrapped up in memory

Everyday spent from zero to twenty five

It’s what keeps me alive!

This feeling of peace is seeping inside…

I reflect.

Sitting under bright skies

I breathe.

Inhaling sweet cinnamon

I listen.

Jazz notes touch my soul

I feel whole as the rhythm sings

The rhythm sings

The rhythm sings

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