A Problem (To M.) - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
Two lonely souls met together
On a troubled river wave,
And looked at the stormy weather,
'Let's hold our hands to feel safe! '
They shouted to each other
And looked for a salvation,
And talk to one another
To find a consolation.
But both perished in the water
Though they were close to bridges.
There was a prosaic problem:
They spoke in different languages...
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