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POW Prompt 19

A quote from Shakespeare this week.
‘Measure for Measure’
Act 4, Sc.1.

” Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears
On whose tops the pink that grow
Are of those that April wears: “

I have to disagree here, since:

Soon, too soon, where mounds
sculpted by your tides and taut skin
now tease the sun, gravity will
shape declivities, and rosebuds
will be puckered and brown.

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