My country is broken, / Mountains and rivers remain / In the city, grasses / Spread their roots
January 26, 2021
My country is broken,
Mountains and rivers remain
In the city, grasses
Spread their roots
Remembering this,
Petals spill like tears
Startled by birds,
I regret how we parted
Beacon fires have burned for three months
A letter is worth ten thousand in gold
My hair, so thin from scratching,
Can barely hold a pin.