i write with finger
to see the outside world
naked translucent.
Winter calls so amazingly in this context shared very nicely. Wise and wonderful haiku shared....10
I often used the heat of my hand to write on iced over windows when I was young. The view through the melted scribbles was as you said. Thanks, Mohammed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Createed a Nice imagery by this haiku