I’m able to FEEL like an elf, a fairy dreamer,
when I’m surrounded by flowers and beautiful
things, lace and glittery strings, pastel colours
and symbols of dreams – self-love is very much
entwined with momentary feelings of being the
vision we’re conjuring by thinking – how does it
feel for others and other-dimensional beings?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem