A quadrille—44 words.


Starpath leads us on,

star to wish upon,

falling through the night,

bathed in spangle light,

where cold worlds spin and die,

we float there you and I,

for earth’s already gone

into darkness, as the swan,

on white wings,


the last song.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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