Gloomy Midnight Breeze Poem by Abbas Khan
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!
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