Can full communication ever be.
Will my words ever mean to you.
What they say to me.
To transfer thought, me to you.
How can it be, so hard to do.

Sometimes understanding seems difficult.
When in my words, you can find fault.
When I string together, a line of word.
How do I know, what you have heard.
And when I say the word blue.
Of the shades, what does that say to you.

Could the problem-simply being.
That each word has a different meaning.
If each word has slightly different connotation.
How can there ever be true communication?

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