I've always loved the thought of cloud nine,
it's also the number of the day that I was born
I'd like to think I bring my number nine some of its own magic?
because as I've grown
I've learnt that sometimes
we are all overshadowed by darkness
but then I think about cloud nine and you know what?
those clouds, dark as they maybe
can never hide that one special cloud
that sprouts out of our souls spontaneously in those…
the magic moments of life.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Teddy cloud nine was originally cloud seven but they bumped it up a bit to make it more special (true story) A fine write my friend and a positive one at that. Hope your day is a bright one
lol that is a fun fact especially as I'm one of seven siblings. Thank you my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
My pleasure my friend
Teddy, you’ve got me smiling...and thinking of a few moments I’d happily live all over again. I needed that today, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Awe, good I'm happy my scribbles did that my dear. Tristan, thank you. 🌹
A lovely reflection on the human capacity to find light even in moments of darkness. I especially like the image of that special cloud emerging from our souls. It reminds us that hope and joy often come from within, regardless of what surrounds us. A gentle and uplifting poem!
Thank you so much dear rrodriguez, it certainly does my friend. 🌹
We all have our cloud nine Teddy and it will always be there for us.
Andy
In this poem I'm my own cloud nine, thank you dear Andy. 🌹
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