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The Skylark and The Weed Hark, hear the skylark Singing above the English moors Wheeling, spinning away, Testing the limits of its worldly bonds. Does it spot the lonely weed watching from below? Desperately blooming, attempting to tempt the song Which awakens it from the restless slumber of the earthbound. Alas, the bloom is a speck amongst the dancing grasslands Helplessly swaying, drowning in the currents of heather Never to resurface as the Lilt of the Sky, Or the day to Its night. Hira Ahmad 15th of September, 2010