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by Michael Plante I dream of a place where angels rest their wings.A place where stars fall from abovelanding upon the hands of grace.Each star wished upon and blown back to the heavenstwinkling in the night skyas dreamers rest in silent slumber. I dream of a time where colors exist in harmony.Fields of crayons await…
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by Michael Plante Recovery is a journey.Ups and downsTrials and tribulations.Successes and failures.Darkness and light. It was my Ego that kept me out there so long.My refusal to admit I was wrong.The Creator deflates the Ego by offering death.It was something I didn’t want to test. Surrender is only defeat of an idea that I…
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by Michael Plante There’s a field where flowers come to rest:the sun shines as if only for them.Cascading winds sways the soulrhythmically as one they enactyet as a smile they are unique. I met a flower before her restshe shone a light just for me.She told me of a beautiful placeawaiting us all; her belief…
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by Michael Plante The howling wake returned an answerto a riddle I asked many years ago.The feather did falter and was lost in the nightnever to return to the river’s edge. The incumbent star of spirits passedholds secure the lasting lightforever reminding uswhere the river is. Trickery or tomfoolery trips the mindstumbling behind the shadows…
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by Michael Plante Sometimes love strikes like a lightening boltthe passion vibrates the soul.Two new lovers are born and set freetheir bond is the binder of timetheir love is a light for those in darkness. Sometimes love is createdby two passionate artists.Their canvass is life, their brushes forged in lonelinesstheir colors so bright it forces…
