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点击复制Sky in its fist
string in earth’s palm—
freedom is a tense verb
conjugated by weather
Wind tutors it wider;
clouds offer soft detention
I practice waiting on ground
for that one voluntary return
Every tug is a greeting
every yield an offering
Distance isn’t fracture—
it’s clarifying air
At dusk the spool hums home
the kite not humbled but wise:
bringing back a high viewpoint
and a rumor of blue