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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…
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by Michael Plante The old red tractor sits in an open fieldgolden wheat sways from a warm breezebetter days have passed the tractor bynothing now but wind and dirt. discarded by timethe old tractor still plays a parta symbolic jester to history’s ledgerwhat was due, and what was paid. twilight’s eye captures the tractorpays homage…
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by Michael Plante I saw love sitting on a rock alone and tiredstaring out across the land of promise and reprieveplucking the petals off a daisyand tossing them to the wind. I picked a dandelion that had gone to seedsat next to her and blew the seeds to the windthey fluttered and floated awayhigher and…
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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 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…
