Dream is an Indigo flower
It opens the subconscious veins
Often shows true pain
It an be separated into mains
And will unlock your brain
Making the clouds give rain
It gives blissfulness, happiness, and peace.
With a single touch can cease
But it always fills the empty seat.
It can be sweet or mean
It all depends on what is seen.

This poem was written/submitted by Neda Khoshkhoo.