Wish
If I were an idle April noon
I would go and watch in your eyes
Some blades of grass.
Sad musical bells,
I would go and dance with your rhythmic feet,
Weeping tears of blood,
and suddenly an April fire
would burst into flames.
If I were a copper coloured telegraph wire
I would relay to you all my failures,
any unfinished songs,
grief stricken flowers.
Oh, if I were only a little boy
In this month of impossible desires.
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