hand in hand, across the field,
we felt our nascent glory;
the winter’s stung like icicles,
but we were in the story —
hand in hand, across the field,
at seventeen, excited,
we wandered into blinding days,
and jealous nights
benighted
Other People's Feelings
hand in hand, across the field,
we felt our nascent glory;
the winter’s stung like icicles,
but we were in the story —
hand in hand, across the field,
at seventeen, excited,
we wandered into blinding days,
and jealous nights
benighted