Shadorma November: Day 8

This poem is for Eliot’s November challenge. You can join in here


How many

dew-hung blades of grass,

grains of sand,

the sky’s stars?

More than the breaths left to me

before the night falls.

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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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