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Nicholas Rew
Poems
Feb 2012
Blackest of Isles
First time our eyes met
You had to guide me through
Having left my compass at home
Just blissfully adrift
In your coffee brown sea
You softly called my name
Like mother to child
And slowly pulled me along
To the blackest of isle
It was there where I met you
With camp already made
The beauty of your soul
Consumed me.
I asked you where to dig
Telling me "dig and you will find"
I said "I could dig forever"
Replying "I've nothing but time"
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