O lark,
My lark,
All I need is you,
You don't but change your hatching schedule,
For I witness you were not a moron,
Who kept me in that distinct town,
Your wings your tail,
Your feathers stay,
Stay as if it's my last day,
The hatching once all will be done,
I'll carry you on shoulder brown,
We'll leave at once,
No one will see,
Us crossing that territory,
A good game of golf at the weekend,
Will help us getting away,
Still if you don't catch my words,
Then just let the world catch my breath,
I've got itchy feet,
None but you know,
You know me in the weak of times,
You know when I was dusty brown,
You know when I was battered soul,
You know when my inches were shattered away,
I was in ramp when you were clown,
Don't let but my words fade away,
Pretend we're leaving on holiday,
So lark,
My lark,
I know you know,
I can't do ruffle your feathers,
In any case.
-Dua Imran
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SpiritualI,Harris Butt,am a heart throb of my land,every other person pursues me,I m an anticipated super hero,with all those crushes, all those deliberate smirks my life has made to be the best (the life best in town) But... There's something more of it...
