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Mar 2018
i am who i am when my mind isn’t taking control
when everything is unknown and understood at the same time
when the calm of the storm hits and your frozen in time  
when the 8 ball knows the answer to every question
This is where the trees go to let go of their confessions
where the plants, flowers, and nature in itself, combine all expressions
Where they stand beautifully at ease
gliding so effortlessly with the calls from the earth, and its leaves
telling them exactly where to go
glide effortlessly, my loves
in case you didn’t know
let the earth take control
and your aura, let it glow
Bonnie Reina
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Bonnie Reina  28/F/Clermont, Fl
(28/F/Clermont, Fl)   
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