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[title] => A Nymph
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[bodytext] => (A Spiritual Experience Narrated by M. Azam Jarral a Teacher) At one dark summer mid night, I went through pain and delight. The cool breeze made me sleep, Brought me to the dale very deep. Roved I city to city, street to street, Valley to valley with swollen feet. Then a fairy Nymph came to me, Caressed my forehead like a bee; When sits to suck, smell and sap, And rests on petals, in flower's lap. She seemed pretty, happy and gay, Like a blooming fresh rose of May. Dressed she was with full grace, Bowed politely with serene face. I fondly patted and raised her head, While she began to big tears shed; I embraced her for she was my wife, My parted love, my soul and my life. She lifting up my sad soul very high, Vanished suddenly with a deep sigh. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 62 [informant] => MuhammadShanazar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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