The Traveler

A traveler walked
in the desert, lonely and tired
from day to night.
He looked for answers,
for a spirit that would guide him.
By evening
his body was sore,
by night,
he had found something:
his identity.
Mirth is a Peacock
Mirth is a peacock
It has beauty-
It has pleasure-
Ah, too, it has a treasure.

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