Gay PoetryThe Fall of Innocence : Chapter 1

" For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge of the lonely wood and pour it's music into nothingness? " - George Orwell

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" To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears. " - Octavio Paz