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点击复制Wax pools under steady hand
Each drop obeys a calm command;
Outside the maples trade their hue
Inside small suns are born anew
The wick remembers forest scent
Its smoke recites where autumn went;
To burn is not to disappear
But light the path for those who steer
I shape the flame to speak of care
A lesson melted into air;
No sermon tall no thunder loud—
A single glow redeems a crowd
When all the candles fade away
The air keeps warmth that used to stay;
Creation ends yet leaves behind
A fragrance of a mindful kind