A Poem from the Book:
“Of Birds and Men”
What were the first words
I made and used in Paradise?
Were they Peace, Beauty, and Love?
Perhaps not,
Because only when the Sun sets
And Darkness comes,
Can I feel the absence
Of what I have named Light.
If it was Thinking
That made me Human,
I think I have never been Innocent.
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