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Robin Crowe

cast adrift like a 

piece of driftwood on a never ending tide.

in and out, out and in,

i’m still breathing - 



a glittering canopy of stars

above my watery bed,

i reach out and my fingers brush

the sky.

it’s like i’m coming home.


i belong to the gravity-less, glittering 


not to this weighted earth,

where every step forward seems like

a fall down.


i’m cast adrift,

but in the stars i am home.

in the sea i can pretend i belong.

Robin Crowe is a 15 year old poet from the United Kingdom.

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