Snow
Yuko Akita comes of age and has to decide if he is to become a warrior or a monk.
He chooses to become a poet.
He has a love for snow and this is his enchanting journey.
This is the first page;
Yuko Akita had two passions.
Haiku.
And snow.
A haiku is a Japanese poem. It has three lines. And only seven syllables. No more no less.
Snow is a poem. A poem that falls from the clouds in delicate white flakes.
A poem that comes from the sky.
It has a name. name of dazzling whiteness.
Snow.
Writing that is clean and crisp, just like snow.
If I could give each and every one of you a copy of this book, I would.
It reads like a long poem, less than 100 pages long, it is easy to catch in one sitting.
And it is magical.
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