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点击复制It speaks in ripples not in lines
It tells of loss in soft designs
No grammar there yet all can hear
The fluent voice beyond our fear
It bends to stone it learns to yield
Yet carves its truth through every field
It falls it flows it does not flee
A mirror to humility
We too must learn this quiet speech
That heals what words could never reach
To yield to cleanse to freely roam
And call each current “I am home ”
When hearts grow dry when hope is thin
Be water —deep and whole within
Those who flow through love’s command
Will turn all grief to silver sand