Arequipa

In the realm where shadows dance and light does play, There lies a path, both stark and gray. A journey's tale, in monochrome hue, Where every step is etched in black and white anew.

Upon this canvas, stark and wide, The feet of mortals stride with pride. Each footfall echoes, soft yet clear, A rhythm born of motion's sheer.

The lines they tread, so bold, so bright, Guide weary souls through day and night. They mark the way, both far and near, A silent map for all to hear.

In fleeting moments, captured true, The essence of a journey shines through. Each stride, each pause, each step in time, A testament to life's grand rhyme.

So walk this path with heart aflame, And let your steps proclaim: That though the world may fade to gray, Your spirit shines in black and white array.