The warmth of your hands over my cheeks that now gone cold,
A dampened face,
From flowing river in my eyes.

These tears I couldn't wipe,
'Cause they're the only thing left,
For me to feel again the same warmth
from your hands that I long.

But looking at your face—
You seemed happy,
Lying among red roses and lilies.

You once told me to smile
But I only brought a bitter smile to wear,
For this cold sunny day.


©️kg