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The Same Inside
(1909 - 1984 / Warsaw)

The Same Inside

Poem By Anna Swirszczynska

Walking to your place for a love fest
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar women.
I took her hand,
kissed her delicate cheek,
we talked, she was
the same inside as I am,
from the same kind,
I sensed this instantly
as a dog knows by scent
another dog.
I gave her money,
I could not part from her.
After all, one needs
someone who is close.
And then I no longer knew
why I was walking to your place.

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Comments (3)

Great introspective write in a simple and unassuming manner. Thanks for sharing it here.
...........suppose this is why they say birds of a feather flock together....great write...
So simple, yet so beautiful.