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点击复制Steel bones against the sunset
a windmill turns its creed;
it hums of endless giving
and never asks for need
It drinks the breath of seasons
it sings without applause;
its spinning is its purpose
its patience knows no pause
We stand below its wisdom
and hear our smallness true;
that meaning isn’t motion
but what we turn it to
When dusk baptizes shadow
and stars begin to grin—
we learn that faith’s mechanics
are simple: take and spin