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点击复制Wind erases sand insists
yet one bloom keeps a vow
It asks for no audience
only a testimony of light
Travelers suspect mirage
until fragrance proves witness
Truth is sometimes a stem
in a hard vocabulary
Wasteland is not despair—
it’s a poem before its first line
The flower is a title
rain will write the rest
Petals fall into seed
legacy stored in grit
No one knows its name;
perhaps that’s how it lasts