a little street from El Cuzco, Peru.
High walls have sunshine,
in awsome white glow,
reaching deep blue sky,
narrow street, cobblestone.
Bluest of all blues,
all the shutters sing,
from their blue mouths,
carmine flowers, peep.
Steep little alley,
climbs high to mountains,
merry blue windows,
all blue on white walls.
Magic, sweet corner,
caught my stare at once,
all blue, the windows,
crystal air, gay heart.
La Finita
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