A Single Frame of Winter
A haiku recording a precise moment, free from reflection or insight.
White steam from the bowl (5)
Cold wind rattles the window (7)
One leaf hits the ground (5)
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Takashi Nagaya
I want everyone to know about Japanese culture, history, food, anime, manga, etc.
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