The man in my dream…

He smelled of old clothes

And wet mud.

His rusty hands,

With scars of the past,

covered with sweat and dust.

Drenched in rain,

He stood; a bit shivering.

His dark brown eyes

admiring the beauty of nature

And I kept staring at him.

He appeared perfect to me,

with all his imperfections.

Strong with all his weaknesses.

Someone who is dedicated to his goals,

His family and is full of adventures.

I felt the warmth in his gentle touch

His witty words; so convincing

Every time I think about him

I wish he would be here with me ;in reality

And not just in my dreams.

© ilovetobeinvisible


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