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The Sun and the Sunflowers

The Sun, I feel is like a Rockstar
for the Sunflowers!
Whenever the sun moves,
the sunflowers turn towards him
and do a Mexican wave...


image courtesy: www.luigiazilli.com

With their heads held high
and their leaves like hands,
they bow down and do a \m/ to him :)

He sings and they sway and they dance,
all day long till he decides to sleep...

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Luigia Zilli said…
These, "Sunflowers", is a Copyrighted Image, you are not supposed to use it without permission from the artist. If you do it, at list quote the name of the artist, Luigia Zilli, and where the image is from www.luigiazilli.com. Otherwise take it down.
Thanks, Luigia Zilli, the artist who painted the image you illegally posted on your blog.
Amruta said…
@lugia zilli

Sorry for using your image without permission. Have now mentioned the source. I found it on google images and thought that it was so lovely and was complementing my post so used it. Inconvenience is regretted. Thank you. Keep painting :)
Amruta said…
@lugia zilli

Sorry for using your image without permission. Have now mentioned the source. I found it on google images and thought that it was so lovely and was complementing my post so used it. Inconvenience is regretted. Thank you. Keep painting :)

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