DAY 29 PROMPT
Shouts and Murmurs
A sonnet
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1 min readApr 29, 2021
Every day the boy struck this strange pipe,
On his same winding woods like walk from school.
He would carry something, with which to strike,
This protuberance puncturing the pool.
In this metal forest, on excursion,
Each time he reached this spot when on this hike…
