Manizales on an Afternoon in Early Summer

Nestled warmly amidst a sea of mountains,
sun warming her myriad verdant fields in their vertical planes,

man’s structures clinging to nature’s crags and gullies
under the watchful eyes of primordial ferns.

The celestial city smiles and then contentedly sighs,
my soul’s own Manizales, the pearl of the Andes, the damoiselle in the skies.
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