On cloud nine!!

My soul has sung odes
Feet troden routes all snowed.
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Some rhymes once encountered
Words misheard, and meaning altered.
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Rare tales were between lines
Some scattered tragedies, few sporadic shines.

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For indifferent; a paradox,that stays clandestine
For keen; a serendipity leaping to cloud nine.
(Samima)
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