I wake in confusien wandering what type of dream I've had, sitting in a dream catcher wandering if dreamed of a white evil.. Dreams are sometimes leaves broken hearts, and words, and thoughts in a confusion.
Still sitting in a dream catcher wandering, and thinking how dreams come to you, this cycle I can't explain, then I see a rainbow with a pot of cold at the ends. I realize how grateful of the the half native in me. Continued to watch the rainbow, and wandering if the wolf spirits contacting the rainbow for good luck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem