When you write to me
I try to see you,
With your face, hear, earrings, neck, chest, hands, jewelries, skin, the color and texture of your clothes, your legs, your shoes, the ways you walk, sit, lay down, stand up, the way you breathe, your gesture, body language, calmness, and your brutal natural eruptions.
I try to smell you from head to toes, and every part of you smell and talks differently.
I try to hear your natural clock, wind, whispers, gasp, your ice melting, your falling ice crystals, and your snow flakes flying before falling down.
I try to feel you, and feeling you is not touching you, because touching is walking through a peaceful and hostile land; it looks promising and it is not, you see the sun and it is not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem