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Our Innocence…

A theft without permission,
Is our innocence…
Like the dew is gone,
When the sun shines upon.
It disappears so soon,
Like clouds uncover the moon.
It’s face is painted with the mistrust,
To change it to fears and hatred…

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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