poems keep closed August 21, 2013by heather anne Old, new. Stranger, friend. Secrets traded for whimsy. Pandora watching. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 