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by Michael Planter Blue tides….high watersoh my, she’s back againtake my hand…take my handtake me away from here…before I sink below her mystique. I’m losingdaylight disappearsblue tides…high watersI’ve sunk below her mystiquedrifting silently in the darkI can never go back. Blue tides and high watersnever to be seen againdrift away in the silencedrift away in…
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Did you dance in the rainwhen the streetlights came onand thunder rolled across the land?When dreams were being gifted did you catch Nyx as she engulfed the world? Did you ride the tidal wave that consumes everythinggracing the stars with your fingertips?Were you extraordinary amongst the finest of peopleacknowledging there’s more to life than a…
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The Canadian Spirit When the diminishing light has finally diedand cold has gripped the landscape;the first star will appearas frost forms upon the window. We Canadians take a breath of winter lifestepping upon fallen snow.The evening star lights our path through sleeping maplesbringing us childhood memories. Skating upon the frozen pondin the heart of a…
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The Last Post Where do we go from here?Now that those left have turned to rust and memory has falter.They weren’t wrong in their endeavors, nor short of will.They drew their intentions in the soil at Vimy Ridgewith blood of the fallen. Can we be taught or are we doomed?Will the touch of vigilance be…
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