Still trying for that pot of gold'
I got the idea from a little birdie...I think it was a Dove'
This poem has always stuck with me for weird reasons. It's kind of an amalgamation of bits and pieces I remembered from three separate bizarro dreams.
Something I tried wrotem trying to convey getting lost in thoughts, and dreams. Any feedback would be great!!
Curses and Invocations....
A dream within a dream is very disorienting, especially if there are more than one.