Tell a fairy the stuff and she
can tell you it did happen in a
dream in another life.
Tell her you long to be one who
sparkles from the laugh to the
spit you see on the pavement that
is yours.
You will learn that fairies to not
look down and see odd things on the
ground on which they walk. Once a
fairy always a fairy.
They are never hairy and they do
not know anything about tails on
cows for their species was born
with a sparkle in a girl they do
not know's mind.
Tell them you are that girl and
their mouths will gape for you
still do not know they do not have
a mouth.
Your learn from the mirror that you
are there and in front of you is a
story you refuse to change for you
want to walk the last mile in the land
of fairies and be hugged with feathery
arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem