June 2025
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by Michael Plante I will not step on flowersor beg the sun to come out on a cloudy day.I shall walk the path through the forestwhere no one has traveled before.If I shall be blinded by the darknessmy path will still lead me to where I am suppose to be.All I have to do is…
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by Michael Plante It couldn’t have been an easy choice walking away from your wife and children. To drown your memories in alcohol every night while the family you left behind struggled to put food on the table. But it’s alright, we made it without you. It took some time but we all ended up…
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by Michael Plante She sleeps in metaphors of dying lightblind to the colours that forces the night.Dreaming of my arrival she awaitsas metaphors fall from the evening sky.Like shooting stars they disappearinto oblivion where lovers transform themfrom star dust to roses of the night. I understand her positionher only request is my attention.She thrives in…
