Lake St. Clair
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Please kind friend, go easy on me. 1- Once you were my fairytale wish. We shared kisses, we shared passion. We were fearless my dear Julie. Somehow I scare you away from my life. My anger chased away my fairytale love. 2- She was my July rose, my Summertime love. She saved me from my… Read more
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Choose what you love. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man lost his dreams. Now the fragrance of memories. Remind him. Great dreams don’t die, just become forgotten and in sweet dreams. We… Read more
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Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless. Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored. The fire in her voice, made him follow her to the Clinton River. He knew, she was the lady of the flowing river. He knew the sun danced in… Read more
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am waiting by the willow tree. A prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It is my place to heal, my place to think, my place to write for 50 years. Ojibwa people believe the… Read more
