The Andes mountains

are etched in my bones

the carvings tingled

as I walked among them.

They sang

an ancestral song

and my heart

knew her words.

When I laid on the grass

in Machu Picchu

listening to the ground

it whispered

revealing my past life.

the majestic silhouette


whenever my eyelids


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