you must have seen an elf
and then you call him an elf,
ahh, that would be too unethical,
too painful for that elf who does
not want to be called an elf,
that is the hint, why i blocked you.
i've seen your ugly face but i never
mentioned it. i've been with you for
sometime, but i never talk anything
about ugly faces. And i know you
are happy about this intentional
evasion. It hurts, and i see to it
that you are not that elf, or that
ugly duckling.
that is life, and you never had it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem