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