Lima's Devouring Winter Dew

Lima’s Devouring Winter Dew

The mist of the pacific flows cool and fair—

On city streets that are far and near

With haunted blows, from Lima’s shadows.

Ah! Its pale magic mist now fills the air

Here I sit, at El Parquetito’s café

With a splendid delightful cup of coffee

As the phantom sun awakes and sweats

Trying to peek through Lima’s wintry cloak!