It soared, a perfect speck

of dust in the pure carpet of sky blue.


Yellow like the sunday

it shone with sheer brilliance.


Another stray ray of gold

lost in the oblivion

of the sky, of thoughts, of dreams.


It zoomed upwards

until it was gone.


And it was all abandoned

but it still cried for its mistress

in panorama of the Pacific Blue.

She disappeared, and so had the canary. 

The Canary

By Sarak

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