The turning point in every life
Comes suddenly
Nothing to signal its presence
Sometimes even intuition falls flat.
Sometimes even intuition falls flat
On its face and life keeps striding on
Even you are left alone
To wonder, blunder, stumble all alone.
Alone with your thoughts
Alone with your pain and open wounds
Wondering how to witness another dawn.
Long did I err, long did I err
Long did I wonder what I was doing here
Nobody to witness the pain, nobody to share
My solitary thoughts burning holes in my brain.
The turning point comes then, once again.
Sometimes even intuition falls flat On its face and life keeps striding on .............................. so true, turning points if guessed on time then called something else..., nice expression
'Sometimes even intuition falls flat ' This moment approaches unexpectedly... And then catch quickly and in any way do not miss... Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
made it a tardy silent river of flow Alone with your thoughts Alone with your pain and open wounds Wondering how to witness another dawn.