When he sings, all canaries listen silently...
When he sings, the sun with the moon smiles,
When he sings, the violet field transforms by dream the lake...
And a strings, from stars a beams, sound more fantastically...
Beautiful images created here Tsira....thank you....Fi 10++
Fantastic, simple, and oh so sweet. I love this - when he sings even i join in and my voice is lifted to nightingalic heights
When he sings, the sun with the moon smiles, Rachel Ann Butler
There is a sweetness about the canary song and thank you for writing about it for us Tsira - - - I loved it.......10 from Fay....xxx
Your words flow like the voice of a songbird. Well done Tsira, best wishes, Andrew
He must have a beautiful voice Tsira, lovely words from you, 10 Lynda xx
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He sings to the heavens...