A CANARY SINGS ITS SONGS
A canary sings its songs attracting its lover’s attention. The winds blow for me showing their mad passion. My ages talk to me without any confession. My minutes run from me like a train leaving its station. Something comes to go again like any outdated fashion. A canary sings its songs being a nerve’s sensation. Someone comes to go again omitting the last question. Many errors rise to skip with something to mention. Many errors never sleep looking for a person. A canary sings its songs on any occasion.