#love
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by Michael Plante Green Grassclear skyno past to let go ofno future to worry aboutjust my lover and I. 20 worn fingers that time has blessedgrey hair and soft wrinkleslaugh-lines that define a life well livedmemories make the best smilesin the company of friends. Green grass open fieldsleisurely walks where time forgetsstolen moments are daisies…
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by Michael Plante People searching for lovepeople searching for a partnerpeople looking in the darknessfor something that isn’t there. Cry out in the loneliness of despaircry out to the silence of the nightcall forth the Godsplead your case. Tired the bones becomebattered and bruisedabuse is settlement of a contentious mindin the absence of love. Better…
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by Michael Plante It serves me nothing to hate youfor what you’ve done in the past.I may not like your actions or your wordsyet it is not my position to carry your conscience. My stride is this;accept who you areand smile when you’ve been humbled.Laugh at self (often)give your power to those who are weak…
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by Michael Plante I met my wife when I looked into hereyesI saw fear, speculation, and wonderment.It was on a cold winter’s nightsnow was gently fallingthe world was waiting for our union-shipshe was waiting for love. In the darkness of that nightI could see the city’s lightshear the wind as it swept the snowand the…
