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点击复制She folds the world with quiet care
Like paper birds in morning air
Each crease she makes is soft and slow
A mothers art the skies dont know
She turns her pain to feathered things
And gives me peace with hidden wings
No glue no thread no ribbon bold
Just hands that shape what cant be told
A thousand cranes she never showed
Still fly above the paths I go
They whisper truths without a sound
Of how her dreams in mine are found
One day Ill fold her love again
In silver ink and skyward pen
And let it soar where hearts belong
A shape that hums her silent song