When Hands Meet, the Snow Melts

This poetry collection makes you believe that in a noisy life, a quiet love can be a true comfort.
It records, in composed and graceful sentences, the moments that warm a weary heart.
It gave me the courage to endure the winter.

“Only cats know true warmth. With nimble paws they walk the air, then vanish in an instant.
On the windowpane, a transparent film is playing; within our frame, people keep running.
Each day, with every shower, with every touch of the body, we overlap more and more—
like a jewel one longs to keep, it grows precious.

‘Even if the world is unbearably loud,
love must remain quiet.’
I marked that line with a star.

And whenever I long to move,
I wait for the rain.

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