Wednesday, March 28, 2012

FOR SMILE I SMILE

A glass of water

dropped, broken, spilt,

I dreamt tonight

of you

and a few others

hanging on every word

that flowed from my mouth.

I sang,

the tune that lived forever inside.

A smile safe in every line -

and you stood

against the door,

riveted,

reflecting that very smile.

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