poems Theft July 27, 2013July 25, 2013by heather anne Guileful shadows wait, abduct passions from sunlight. Misguided hunters. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
I like this one. The words flow nicely.