High happy room
The air is thin,
Filled with incense and faith.
Exhausted from steps
And overpowered with joy
We enter the darkened red buildings
Left so long
Vacant,
Yet filled,
For all is illusion.
The courtyard there
Welcomes us with
Bright sun and blue sky.
We rush to the happy room
And smell reality.
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