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          ILLUSIONS- a poem by Patricia Harris




           When you find yourself about
          to water a fake plant
          and watch it grow,
          because illusion is all you know,
          Stop!
          question it.Why is that illusion
          is comforting?
          So much so that you worry
          about how you might be seen.Those silk leaves take nothing
          and give nothing either.
          Watering them returns naught
          to your soul,
          it builds the illusion
          but does not enable your soul
          in growth.



























































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