Saturday, November 24, 2012

On cloud nine!!

My soul has sung odes
Feet trodden routes all snowed.
Some rhymes once encountered
Words misheard, and meaning altered.
Rare tales were between lines
Some scattered tragedies, few sporadic shines.
For indifferent; a paradox,that stays clandestine
For keen; a serendipity leaping to cloud nine.