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The Will
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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Happy Father’s Day Mom
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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Star Dust To Roses
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…
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Canadian Ice
by Michael Plante There is an old tin shed in the woodsits rustic characteristics give it poise and wonderdistinguishing notables’ hang upon the wallsyesteryears’ crafted tools.Our forefather’s pride displayed honorably. Thin saplings line the countrysidemoonlit walk through crunching snowskates tied from laceshang over my shoulder.Under a winter moon I skatealone in the wilderness. Across the…
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