If You Were A Dreamer

If you were a dreamer - you'd embrace my poem that Trump is dove, If you were a dreamer - you would stare at my castle snowy, but you attacked. If you were a dreamer - you would not see in me a woman, because dream has no hands. If you were a dreamer - you would see Christ in all what you look at. and not deny. If you were a dreamer - you'd not ask what pleased me, but will be like god, like curled-haired Pushkin behaving dreamy, knowing all delight. If you were a dreamer - you'd break all real walls in your mind that impede you. So all the time it was me - a dreamer, but too real - you.