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点击复制The wind may scream the streets may freeze
But she still pours her warmth with ease
A cup of tea so plain so slight
Yet in its steam she holds the night
She stirs not sugar but her grace
A quiet light in shadowed space
She doesnt shield the storm away
She makes it softer day by day
She sets no fire yet thaws my bones
With every sip I feel her home
Her love not loud not hard to see
It rises slow in jasmine tea
And when the world grows sharp and grey
Ill brew for her the same one day
A single cup so small so wide
To show her warmth has multiplied