Dreams, by Britta Benson

One short poem today, almost a haiku and I know I could have changed it and turned it into one, but I didn’t want to. Writing a haiku is an option, not forced upon me. Enjoy!

Dreams

Specks, blots, rabbit hole dots,

star rainbows from dusk to dawn,

aspic adventures melt.

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