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by Michael Plante The world is mine, this time, this space makes me king,a lazy king setting the future with my fortune of today.I make love to my queen in the tall grass.Together we bind the dawn and dusk into onethe breeze and the silence conform into passionwe are at the height of our youthin…
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by Michael Plante “I wasn’t always a turtle”, he said. “At one time I was a stone sitting at the side of the road waiting for my next life. Life at that time was the best. I could withstand the heat of summer and the coldness of winter. The rains just washed right off me.…
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by Michael Plante Secrets buried beneath the soilthought forgotten by those that deceivebut all misdeeds cut the souland blackness seeps out like blood.The structure that houses their Godfalls silent in the nightthe sickness remainsthe floors rotten. At dusk they fall to their kneesand God’s eyes look downwhat gets them through the nightshall strangle them by…
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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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