The butterfly flitters past the glitter of the first rays of the sun,
hoping to sit on the brightest sunflower today.
The brightest sunflower in turn hopes for the first ray of the sun to gleam past.
There were a lot of other mersmerizing sights in the early dawn;
I just woke up a few minutes past noon,
hence the above lines are a vivid desciption,
extracted from myu wild imagination.
What the hell, I thought of composing this sms,
so that I can wish you a good day, I will;
Wish you a good day, I will,
Be it a good morning, good noon or good night.
Have a great day, my friend, have a great Sunday!
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