A sad tune she plays in a rainy night

With a small drizzle I hear the melody,
Queen of the night she walks here and there with the wind
And it looks so sad when she passes without a hope.
There isn't a single soul to be seen on the road
As the drizzle turned into heavy rains unexpectedly.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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