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点击复制She draws a leaf with idle care
The ink half dream the rest of air;
The waiter pours the daylight slides
Across a table truth resides
Each curve implies a vanished hour
Each line suggests a borrowed power;
No masterpiece no claim of fame
Just motion giving shape to flame
I watch her hand define release
A portrait made of weightless peace;
She smiles then folds the page away
As if to teach what words can’t say
That napkin wrinkled left behind
Becomes a mirror for the mind;
Art need not last to make it real—
Creation ends where hearts can feel