Panama Market The market hums in the morning sun, Where colors burst and voices run. Mangoes stacked in golden piles, And peppers lined in fiery aisles. Vendors call with hands held high, Fish and spices, freshly fried. The scent of coffee, rich and deep, Stirs the crowds from slumber’s sleep. Handmade crafts in colors bright, Woven bags and beads of light. Coconuts cracked with practiced grace, Cooling juice in the heat’s embrace. Laughter swirls with scents and sound, In Panama’s heart, where lives are found. A rhythm flows through every stall- The market’s pulse, embracing all.
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Panama Market
The market hums in the morning sun,
Where colors burst and voices run.
Mangoes stacked in golden piles,
And peppers lined in fiery aisles.
Vendors call with hands held high,
Fish and spices, freshly fried.
The scent of coffee, rich and deep,
Stirs the crowds from slumber’s sleep.
Handmade crafts in colors bright,
Woven bags and beads of light.
Coconuts cracked with practiced grace,
Cooling juice in the heat’s embrace.
Laughter swirls with scents and sound,
In Panama’s heart, where lives are found.
A rhythm flows through every stall-
The market’s pulse, embracing all.