Do we not fear blind alley?
We reach there rather often.
No idea what happens really?
Do we tend to get to a blind alley?
The swirling current inside
Or the mad storm takes us there really?
Luckily enough we can come out from there
on some sniffles, cries and some frantic tries.
My feet now know quicksands and eyes blind alleys.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem