Christopher Woodstone Poems

Don't be afraid, take my hand,
We'll drift away to the farthest land,
Somewhere unexpected, filled with extravagance,
Roaming free we will be, no roadblocks or gated fence,
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She sleeps by day,
He lives by night,
Shes here to stay,
When hes not alright,
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The morning breeze
Shivers my soul to squeeze
Its a winter spring
And I long for her heart to sing
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