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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Nymph
[time] => 2007-04-01 10:25:44
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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.
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