Poetry · volume 1
Once
We satComfortably numbBuried in the long arm of the willowKeeping the sun We talkedOf our careless naturesAnd the paths we had run We dreamedOnce togetherOf plunder, of dangerOf some sense of nature We wokeEntwined as one.
Poetry · volume 1
Once
We sat Comfortably numb Buried in the long arm of the willow …