A Problem (To M.) Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
A Problem (To M.)
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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5/11/2024 11:16:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a powerful, evocative write. An original mind is definately at work here. You have my applause, Jolanta. Kind regards, Sandra