In a gloomy midnight,
When the wind does blow.
From where it comes,
You'll never ever know.
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Medical Doctor with no poetry skills. Just do poetry for fun. Wrote poetry in native language.)
Gloomy Midnight Breeze
In a gloomy midnight,
When the wind does blow.
From where it comes,
You'll never ever know.
Whatever it touches,
It feels like snow.
When hasty, it bends,
A tree, like a bow.
Watching, me shivering,
my quivering elbow,
Laughing, from a tree,
A big black crow.
Stop this breeze, God!
Or make it slow.
Here it comes again.
Oh! NO! NO! NO!
To save yourself from being ending up alone, make new relations before it's too late.