A camel pulls a small red carriage
with weary passenger at peace.
A monastery just past the village
it's residents far from least.
From atop the hill monks come down
the villagers rejoice.
For treasured perls do they share
giving everyone voice.
The camel, cart and traveler
rejuvenated by each warm site.
The road once blocked their vision
but now they've seen the light.
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