Adamantine Shoulders


Cradle that heard giggles
Tiny thing rejoiced berceuse
Cradle broke and kept up
Tiny thing stared for recoup

She is on her constant mutter
He is all that really matter
She kept him upon shoulder
He slept with atmost cheer

Since then,
She is his Secret keeper
And what not,
That Shoulder's Owner
is his Heart keeper
Sensed the thought ever
since mute infancy
Broke that lil heart ? never
since for any fancy.

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