The valley fills with haze a monster winks
A puff of smoke he blows from his fine pipe
With his quick breaths red embers rise and sink
He thumps his tail and wonders ¨whats the hype?¨
Andean music dances with the fog
City lights flicker on as evening falls
The streets are filled with cars and thick brown smog
Take head my friend the sound of chaos calls.
¨The Peace¨ they call this crazy restless place
The sound of sirens never seem to end
The streets are steep yet people run with haste
The first of dawn appears and life begins
This gentle gaint´s something to be feared
More rotten than any places you´ve neared.
(Please forgive me the the iambic pentameter is not right on or the rhythms weak, I am new to the world of sonnets. It is a very exciting and beautiful world!)
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