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点击复制He carves the wood with inward sight
Each shaving curls in golden light;
Within the grain a secret face
Awaits the patient hand’s embrace
No chisel screams no hammer shouts
Creation grows as silence sprouts;
The maple yields yet not in pain—
It finds new purpose through the strain
I watch him breathe the form alive
Each motion proof of why we strive;
To lose the roughness keep the core
To make less mass become much more
When finished shape meets morning hue
The dust still glitters meaning too;
A truth that labor cannot hide—
Beauty’s born from what we’ve untied