Mind and Decrepit Body
The palace
decrepit
once
a symbol of splendor
the guest rooms
the dance halls
the ceiling paintings
what once seemed eternal
now gradually
falling apart
unable to escape
a child remains
witnessing the end
even in haste
the palace cannot be rebuilt
seated in a chair
gazing up at the ceiling
the decrepitude of the palace
is the palace's concern
the child
smiles
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