Aguas Termales
I was in the middle of nowhere
bathing in hot waters that sprout
straight out from the center of earth.
The hills in this jungle were so big
you couldn't stop feeling insignificant
in comparison.
The immensity of the trees,
the plants, the leaves was such,
you almost dared not to touch them.
The cries of hidden creatures were nature's
sound effects for these virginal imageries.
It all looked so new, so old,
Proud but somewhat abandoned, this jungle
where the Incas roamed,
and I bathed in earth's hot waters.
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