one fine morning
the sun woke me up
by the wooden window it was smiling to me
a little bird (canary maybe)
came to me
told me a story
of a white flower
that blossomed each day
for anybody-not
nor the bird or sun
no one realized of its beauty
untill another one fine morning
it wilt and blossomed no more
still-no one cares
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