The first time I read Wislawa Szymborska’s poem was at school. From her humble narration, I got a glimpse of a peaceful world. Beyond that, between each word and each line, a sense of sadness has always risen in my mind. It’s like drinking a cup of cold coffee made of rain drops and tears, sitting at the riverside. It's a perfect time to read another piece of hers and put on some music to comfort my soul.
