poems misplaced February 13, 2015February 13, 2015by heather anne A misplaced kiss, somewhere on the wind. Her lips, waiting. 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 
I love your short poems!
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