A tropical breeze under palm trees, Chardonnay and caldo de camarones
Eighty degrees, shorts to my knees, Calypso de canciones
Walking a sandbar with a maduro cigar in the moon light
Bare feet in the sand holding your hand, a lighthouse beams ahead bright
Waves lap the shore calling for more, star's kisses in the sky
A siren's call on an island small, a place for which to die
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 29th, 2026 04:12
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Your picture is perfect, romantic and I felt as though I was there with all the sounds smells and atmosphere, I've been to some gorgeous places iny life bit this is paradise. 🌹 I suspect the face holding your hand had a smile from ear to ear. 🌹
Thank you my friend for the read and kind words. Yes the smile of the Cheshire cat did turn into the moon as it stretched from ear to ear. (just kidding my friend)
🤣
sounds beautiful
Thank you it is only a block away down the street
lucky you
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