A Poem from the Book:
“Of Birds and Men”
Having said goodbye to an old friend,
Whose new face
Set fire to my memories,
And walking through the corridors of late Autumn
I lost the warm, green Summer of my veins
To the dark, naked branches of trees,
And felt cold and barren in my head.
A strange fear prevented me
From looking into my mind
To see if my heart had not turned
Into a black hole
Taking in all the fallen leaves of Time.
How hopelessly the falsehood
In the smile of an old friend
Can darken the face of the world!
For me walking through the corridors of Autumn
Had always been as blissful
As the festival of songs and colours
In Springtime.
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