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Illusions From Far…

Some illusions here and there,
Creates wrong communications.
All sad stories and excuses,
Hear things even though they don’t amuse.
In gathering facts and truth we lose our sleep,
The things keep piling up inside and pain so deep.
Very hard to erase the things that leaves a print,
How to reduce these distances and work on it?


© 2012 Pimmi Nag