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: Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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