That Terrific Night Of Winter

That Terrific Night Of Winter short poem

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That fierce winter night
I was passing through the dense forest
what a terrible night of winter it was
black clouds had covered moonlight
woods was plunged into
complete darkness and
capped by the terrible silence
sometimes frightening voices of
wild animals were heard
there was lightning in the sky
horrid waves of cold were blowing
suddenly I heard a child’s cry
a little child lying on the ground
was crying and
his body was shaking badly
because of cold waves
no clothes on his body
I tried to lift him up
but his body did not response
I found no help around
took off my jacket and
put on him to protect his body
from cold waves
loading his cold body on my back
I took him to my home and
lit the wood to warm up his cold body
he got some relief from the heat
and slowly he was recovering
shortly he opened his eyes
and smiled at me
when I saw him smiling
my happiness was beyond imagination
next morning when I got up
found him nowhere in the home
when I looked out from my window
he was running towards the woods
and I watched him until
he was out of my sight
I thanked God for his new life
today when I remember
that terrific night of winter
my hair stand on end

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