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点击复制The fire gone the embers gray
Yet warmth remains though swept away;
Each coal contains a secret hue
A quiet red the soul once knew
I kneel and see within the dust
A trace of glow a breath of trust;
The ash no loss but soil reborn
Where gentler suns prepare the morn
Each end a field each ruin seed
Each failure forms a deeper creed;
Through what decayed the heart will learn
The shape of hope in its return
I blow the ash the spark reveals
A wound that burns yet softly heals;
From loss from fall from night from grief—
Light rises slow beyond belief