Up there, she stands, <br />beatifull, silent, proud, <br />jungled mountains dance around her, <br />as constelations pass by. <br /> <br />Stone, grey, green curves, <br />shape the slopes, still steep. <br />Awesome, within the silence, <br />it is The Wind who sings. <br /> <br />In childish ways, <br />the Sun, the Fog, play, <br />caressing the citadel, <br />magic the lights, cast over her. <br /> <br />In just one breath <br />she owned my voice. <br />Quiet, I sing of peace, <br />on these terraces of God. <br /> <br />La Finita<br /><br />Laa Finita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/machu-pichu-peru/
