the master of the sounds that you are <br />the rustle of the smile that hides <br />in my voice that you picked tenderly <br />with your fingertips and placed it <br />on the sleeve of your heart, may i <br />ask for it back? <br /> <br />and then you said no, it is yours to keep <br />the tunes of my smile in your heart they sleep <br />and when i place my ears on your chest <br />i can hear my smile and never again it will weep<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smile-152/
