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点击复制After the harvest—quiet
no motion but the crow;
yet in that vast still breathing
the future starts to grow
The soil keeps its dreaming
beneath a cover mild;
the wind retells the story
to every sleeping child
The barns are dark with resting
the tools asleep in rust;
the land forgets its labor
and learns to simply trust
By dawn the frost will whisper
by noon the sun will yield—
for even emptiness is full
in every autumn field