Dear Yeshey,
What shall I call you 'a brother' or 'a friend'?
Because you are so kind and cheerful in all ways .
Your humour brings smiles and your determination is strong.
Your wishes gives me hope to move on through this darkness.
I want you to try even harder and reach your dreams as well.
Thank you for encouraging me.

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"wishing my secret solacer
Happiest Birthday
and love on the way"

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🎉🎈🎂🍰🥳

Happiest Birthday
to my dear apricity,
May you enjoy this day
And all the days you'll weave through.

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Dear Secret Solacer,

I know not how I shall start,
These words of gratitude kept falling
From my sky often but it turned
More into rainbows and here it bends
To you, with warmth and love.
There's not supposed to be
A 'Thank you ' in amity.
You taught me a lot in this.
Your texts kept me here,
Your daily messages alarmed my smile.
How even in your absence it's magical
That solace will wrap me through
The cold I'll go through,from here.
Distance folded, and you closer each time
I felt my world in happy dreams
And peaceful sleep that my next day
Will start again with the same sky.
Love you Shraddha, eternally indebted to you.

: From your Precious Bee🙈

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So kind and full of life,
I find flower blooms in perennial Glow,
Panoply of starlight across the night sky,
Resembles your calming words into my cold heart.
Always grow towards that sky,
Where your light deserves you among them.
Always be a peace among the rage
And shine with eternal glory and love.

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The words like autumn leafs,
Are found fluttering in your pages.

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I've walked with you
So far, so distant.
That now, if I look back,
There are trees in my backyard
Singing your name, a melody.
I've come to a meadow,
And beyond the tall grasses
Are like your gentle touches
In my heart,a flinted art.
I've often been told,
In my dreams,that I'll see
A soul so gracious and
When I woke,that was you.
You are bold with words,
You are born a sun
An apricity in my cold seasons
My dear, you are still strong.

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Don't feel to fall,
Nor fall to feel.
You are my solacer.
When you are sick,
I'm nothing more -
To be most myself.
Without what is mine,
It's not me.
The solace is bliss,
I need you to rise .

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He used words I considered bad,
So little I know his heart wasn't the same.
He writes simple yet a purpose so strong,
For smiles and creating a bettered today.
How resilient of him when I'd pour all grief,
He'd still be bringing music or some more of it.
Yet he calmed me as his calms be,
He's another teddy I'd so speak with.
He stays unspoken of himself,
Yet speaks like he knows me well.
He praise me so high but that's not the reason why,
I find glitter in our dark words and painful responses.
He'd be coming from nowhere when I'm lost somewhere,
He's an unknown kind who knows kindness when it's known.
Sometimes some savor and some favor,
He fulfills for me through unknown we.
Thank you roasted toast ( oops sorry ).

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like a vagabond, confused in depth
of past, of brutal memories,
i was drenched in pain and disdain.
holding words, yet letting it flow
with sheer emotions but to a pluviophile.
you are! my solacer in secret aches.
my tears fell into your heart land,
but you turned it bliss and adjured
all clouds of my sky to wander away.
such is our times when we stay,
in one side of a universe, sharing selfsame feels.
auspicious is this amity, blend of love and infinity.
you are benignant in heart, in words.
never failing to calm me, to ease me
from what hurts and torments me.

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