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The Shoulder That Heals

You are my Rosy Morn

My mirth was all because of you

You came as my miraculous miracle

Who flings all my sorrows


Where you be my site of emotion

As happy tears

Tears of delight


Your shoulder becomes a medicine

To the sickened soul of mine


From all pampering to

To the cradle of love

It's a blissful journey

A constant journey


From holding hands as friends

To holding me as a daughter

Its a beautiful bond

That binds us together for many more years

As an eternal chapter


In our book of Amour

Love you and Miss you more

by Miraclin Nivesha M