The palace waving
leaf has not the cares of a king,
Though they share
the same throne.
Roof tiles that
color and stand through time,
Never grow
weary, nor have doubt.
History itself
sweeps away the dust of human deeds;
It could be reaching its frenzied crescendo.
And individuals are torn by circumstance,
Like the unwilling,
un-wanting leaf in the breeze.
[written at 北海 in Beijing, 2011]
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