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点击复制The wind files whispers in the bough
A cedar clip a maple vow;
Each gust reshelves a breathing page
Where hush and rustle share the stage
A crimson corner dog-ears time
The margins carry resin rhyme;
I learn to read the gaps between
What is not said and what is seen
The archive hums without a lock
Its spines are sky its floor is rock;
A traveler borrows never owns
Returns the tale in altered tones
I close my eyes to sign my name
A moving script in airy frame;
The wind accepts the lending fee—
Attention paid attention free