Gray clouds
Moving monster
like alien ship
on independence day
Bellowing the atmosphere
running yellow leaves on the street
galloping empty cans on the sidewalk
flying polythene bags in the air
Bowing the trees
and stripping them naked
whistling the pines while
creaking wood panels
Banging on billboards
n’drumming raindrops
on window panes, while
ringing bells on flagpoles
All to the rhythm
of a nordic autumn
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