SQUALL

Its my first poem hope everybody likes it. Its just a random poem. No more description to add, actually.

Struggling in the cold 

Where the night had grew old

I found a place more quiet, but warm.

My eyes glittered, my face that was almost smothered by the snowflakes,smiled

And fresh, warm blood rushed in my arm.

I stood there, startled by what I see

By feeling the warmth, my feet gathered strength to stand and so did my knee.

I almost ran and with a jerk reached my destination

To find a hut with the minimal comfort

Which I found to be more heavenly

Than any mansion.

I kept my bag aside

And sat against the wall.

I don't know when my eyes got closed and i slept

Without getting worried about the snowfall.