Undertones

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Undertones
Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers,
And mark the loafing sunlight's lazy laugh;
Or, on each season, spell the epitaph
Of its dead months repeated in their flowers;


  • Fiction
  • 6745 Words
  • Ages 18 and up
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  • Publication Date: 12-30-2014
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