if you can catch bubbles on your tongue,
can you also breathe pure air into your lungs?
do you believe in fairy tales?
do you believe that love prevails?
can bubbles contain wishes to be granted,
in a world where bubbles are everywhere?
they grow on trees.
they give us air,
bubbles containing hopes and dreams,
can this be real?
is it only a dream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have caught the drifting daydreaming of sedation well - the bubble seems to also work as a metaphor of almost being in a bubble while sedated