The hurry goes deep over my head
leaving quiet shards of if only.
If only the dreamy mounds of stars
didn’t make me so sleepy
If only the strains of my guitar could reach the closest farthest star
If only heavens dance were not so slow
I’d hurry up and go.
C*****
Capitaine du Luciole
If only
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