{"id":20048,"date":"2011-03-02T07:19:41","date_gmt":"2011-03-02T12:19:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/20048\/pearl\/"},"modified":"2011-03-02T07:19:41","modified_gmt":"2011-03-02T12:19:41","slug":"pearl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/20048\/pearl\/","title":{"rendered":"Pearl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>She runs in the wind, whatever the season <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Snaps up all the mists, and deep perfumes<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>She feeds on day of all what is good<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>For body and soul, she knows so much the world<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Sometimes she plays with elves, fairies and salamanders <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Not afraid of beings dwelling theses secret places Her greenwood harp enchants the forest<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>And all people begin a saraband <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>At last evening felt, she rests on leaves<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>In mid of golden fields, or near clear waters <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Nothing can scare her, all here is welcome <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Trees, open arms, tale care of sylphids <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>She runs in meadows, spins in undergrowth <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Changing hair with pearls crown <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Fragile and soft silhouette travels with just a law <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>That Love of Nature which in her so much surges<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Pearl &#8211; ENY<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She runs in the wind, whatever the season Snaps up all the mists, and deep perfumes She feeds on day of all what is good For body and soul, she knows so much the world Sometimes she plays with elves, fairies and salamanders Not afraid of beings dwelling theses secret places Her greenwood harp enchants [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20048","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20048","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20048"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20048\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20048"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20048"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20048"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}