you feel the freshness of a spring day,
Feel it, it's my hand caressing you tenderly.
It you smell the raindrops falling down untiringly,
It's my cry mitigating your absence.
If you feel the warm breeze running through your hair,
It's my thought searching shelter in you.
If you see a lifeless garden with no blooming flowers,
It's my soul that dies wandering...since your departure