#love
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by Michael Plante There’s a field where flowers come to rest:the sun shines as if only for them.Cascading winds sways the soulrhythmically as one they enactyet as a smile they are unique. I met a flower before her restshe shone a light just for me.She told me of a beautiful placeawaiting us all; her belief…
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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 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 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…
