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点击复制A branch once broken buds again
though not in yesterday’s design;
its angle strange its curve redeemed—
the tree keeps writing life
We stand beside our damaged limbs
and think the harvest lost;
yet seasons bring another try
a sweetness from the scar
Do not demand the former fruit
accept the new surprising;
the tongue will learn another note
and love a different sugar
Walk in orchards after storms
and taste the altered yield;
second chances ripen slow
but fill the hands at last