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by Michael Plante The Red Maple Leaf We’re born to moveas we start to crawl our world opens up.New experiences unfold before our eyeswe marvel at what we findand we hold close to our heartsmoments that impact our soul.Moments that change our perspectiveand the course of our lives. We develop our strideforged by failures and…
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by Michael Plante When everyone has left mebefore the coming of nightI hear you come creeping through the door.Blinded by your loveand the secrets you keeptogether we danced in the dark.When all that surrounds us is coming apartwe dreamt until the dawn stole our dreams. You are the silhouettethat keeps me alivewhen everyone has turned…
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by Michael Plante I am a soul warriorwith a queen of heartsnesting on the cusp of eternity and lifesigning his name where the stars playand lovers dance gracefully intact. My soul is sacred and my heart is purefor that is the way of a warrior.I bring fire to my lover’s heartwherein she tames and feeds…
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by Michael Plante I have seen the tide of regret slowly recede at the light of dawnwhat remained was a washed-up human being.This is a place between dejection and optimismone part of me wants to let go of lifesuccumb to a conclusion that the world I know was correctthat I was a waste of life.…
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by Michael Plante “My people will sleep for one hundred years,but when they awake,it will be the artists who give them their spirit back.”Louis Riel The turtle scratched his way back homealong the littered terrainhis belly crimson red, his face dirtied by the mudhis tail tucked between his legs.“I shall live to see another day”…
