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Storm

Clouds that cry
and lightening that spy
trees that shake,
and electric poles that break.
Birds in the air scatter
and darkness pours.
Army of clouds on the fashion runway
that show their different dark wear.
Winds that blow their loud trumpet
and electric cables that sing.
Pregnant dark clouds that dance
and break off alot of sweat.
Flowers that get uprooted
and soil that get eroded.
The eco-system that gets stained by the grey and black.
The stench of beaten down dust
lingers and the burst of river banks.
Freedom and the yells of bull toads.
The marching of armies in the sky and also on the ground.

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