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| by Edvard Munch |
On an evening walk at sunset
there seemed to be a silent scream
as the sky turned a shade of blood red
my head began to pound…
Sometimes, nature screams louder
than the voices in my head. These
haunting whisper, will they ever
cease ….
Writer's Digest 2024 April Pad Challenge Day 14
For today's prompt, write an ekphrastic poem
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