Tell me your dreams

Speak not in words, for they deceive;
Feel for the thought, do not grieve
Let me see dreams in the shine of your eyes
Tell me about your deeds, not your lies

Say it by your gentle pats, your hugs
In the creases of your forehead, the tugs
Let your fragrant heart stay, not your perfume
Give me a piece of your mind to consume

Hold a thought gentle and sweet
Paint your being on the piece of a sheet
Brag not over a place, take me there
Let’s scale the hills, the air, meet me there

Build a shack, raw and honest, not home
Drool on words, thoughts and their sum
Attempt virtues, the ones that move and touch
Tell me your dreams, your days and such

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