128 April 17, 2021April 16, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings Hot night in Bahia It was obvious she was hurt like me Well into our bottle of Argentinean wine Ana moved forward in her chair Pulled back her hair Looked directly into my eyes Started to cry Without saying another word She took my hand Led me over to the beach sand and Made this man feel young again. Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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