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ODE TO HER SWEETNESS
Delayed moon,
Dewdrops moan sadly,
For her who comes like a song.
Nightingales,
Want more melody,
And nature her company.
Owls too wait,
For her pathos-filled voice,
Reverberating music.
Let me join,
And dream about her,
And imagine she is with me.
What is rest,
Without her sweetness,
To efface all anxiety?
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on July 24, 2011).
