#lovers
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I was told as a young childYou can dream of anythingSo, I dreamed I was a blue horsemidnight blue with a touch of whitegracefully strongunafraid of the worldaccepting of the unknownbeautiful essenceassuring eyes. I was told as a studentYou can’t dream anymoreits time to grow uplearn how to be an adultlearn to be practicalunderstand your…
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by Michael Plante She sleeps in metaphors of dying lightblind to the colours that forces the night.Dreaming of my arrival she awaitsas metaphors fall from the evening sky.Like shooting stars they disappearinto oblivion where lovers transform themfrom star dust to roses of the night. I understand her positionher only request is my attention.She thrives in…
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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…
