You wouldn’t believe it, but I was there.
The temple built to honor Supreme Creator.
They called it, Raqchi,
And in Sicuani it was, or thereabouts.
Wandered about and wandered about.
A perfect alignment the structures formed
To catch the sun rays at solstices.
It was beautiful. A work of art.
I’ll never forget although I part.
The water ran like fountain of life,
A never-ceasing fountain of watery life.